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Let me start off by stating this is a work of fiction based on a fantasy i wish i would have had the balls to actually follow through on with my real uncle. Tweaking with my uncle I waited for the week my aunt Kathy was going to visit her sister for the whole week. My uncle Robert was gonna be alone that whole time. It was no family secret that he got high and fucked around on my aunt while she would take her vacations. I had told my aunt that I’d be around and try to help him behave. I promised to help keep him away from the pussy while she was gone. I had my own plans for the week. My aunt had lent me her key to their apartment and I just walked right in and made myself at home. I sat down on the living room couch and pulled my supplies from my backpack. My uncle must have heard me moving around because he came out of his room and into the living room. He must have been sleeping because he was only wearing a pair of white briefs. I loved staring at his bulge when he was in his underwear. He didn’t catch me checking him out. He just asked what I was doing there and I explained about having the key and that I was there to babysit him and pussy block. We both laughed at that last part but for different reasons. He thought I was being facetious. He sat down next to me on the couch and said that he wasn’t really feeling like company. So I offered him a “pick me up” hit. He laughed and said he wasn’t feeling up to smoking pot. I replied who said anything about pot. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small case. I opened that case and pulled out a meth pipe and lighter. His eyes lit up and asked why I had that. I told him the same reason he smoked Tina, we like to blow clouds and shoot a load. Again we both laughed. I handed him the pipe and he lit up and blew the first cloud. He took a second and passed the pipe to me. I felt like I had something to prove, so I took a huge hit and blew up a huge cloud. As if to show him that I wasn’t a child any more. Now that we were passed the awkward stage, I asked him if I could get more comfortable. He said of course. I pulled off my shirt but left my basketball shorts on for now. I asked my uncle what he usually did when he smoked. He said he usually tried to fuck some pussy but since that wasn’t on the table, he picked up the remote control and the next thing I know he has straight porn playing on the living room tv. Now he is sitting next to me and starting to stare at the tv while rubbing the front of his undies. I ask him if he wants a shot and he asked what of. I reach into my bag again and pull out a small vial with G. I pull out a medicine syringe and measure out 2.5 mL of G and squirt in in my mouth. He is hesitant and I tell him to stop being such a bitch. We laugh again and he agrees to do what I did. I measure out 2.5 mL and squirt it into his mouth and he swallows. He makes a comment about the taste but returns his attention to the porn. I refill the empty pipe and pass it over to my uncle. He instinctively pulls the pipe in and melts the bowl. He hits it twice again like he had done before. I tell him go ahead and he hits it again.a huge cloud escapes him the 3rd time. I challenge him to a cloud challenge and we take turns blowing large clouds. I refill the pipe. He takes his signature 2 hits and then passes me the pipe. I hold off a min staring at him up and down. The G has kicked in and he is almost in his own little world that I interrupt with the handing him the pipe. I ask him what he is glued to watching the porn and he answers he’s watching the girl suck the big dick. I ask him if he likes getting his big dick sucked and he answers nonchalantly back of course. He’s rubbing his hard dick through his underwear at this point. I slide my shorts off while he is not paying any attention. Now we are both in our white undies; both tenting with our dicks strained to be free. I take in a big breath and reach over and touch his hard on. He moans slightly but keeps his eyes on the porn. I gather my courage and ask my uncle if I can see his big dick. He closes his eyes for a moment as if stuck in thought. I think my forwardness is about to backfire. He stands up from the couch. This moment feels like it is forever. He licks his lips and tugs at his white underwear and they fall to his ankles. He sits back down. Without looking away from the porn he asks me if I’m ready to suck him off already. I am flabbergasted for a moment. I know this was all instigated by me but to hear those words from my uncle is surreal. Sensing my hesitation, he says going once --. I drop to my knees in front on him and grab his dick. His dick was definitely bigger than my own 5 inches but nowhere in the huge department. If I had a guess I’d say a respectful 7 inches. Maybe 7.5 inches. My hand barely fit around it. It was definitely thick with bulbous mushroom head. I put my mouth on his head and start to get it wet. I taste his precum leaking from the slit. I take the entire head in my mouth and cup his balls. I want to show off my skills and manage to get half way down on his dick. I look up at him and notice that he is looking down at me. He laughs and says that everyone could always tell I was a queer but now he knew how good of a cock sucker I was. As if waiting for these words, I push past my minor gag reflex and get my mouth to his pubes. He moans and throws his head back. He says yes that’s right faggot. I release his dick and jump to my feet. I exclaim that I am not a faggot. I may be queer but not a faggot. I just like to suck dick, take dick and get cum shot in my holes. He laughs and reaches up toward my body. He pulls down my underwear and frees my dick. He laughs at it and calls it my clit. He flicks it and says whatever queer, get back to work. I fall back to my knees and get back to servicing his cock. He is now reaching into my bag and pulls out my bag large bag of T. He says oh this is gonna be a fun party for a minute. He smacks my face lightly and stands up. He says he is going to his room to get his bubbler. He’ll be right back. He leaves the room and I take the opportunity to take some lube and push it up my tight hole. I’m working 2 fingers inside of myself and take a shard and push it into my own hole. I fall back to my knees. The burning is kicking in when my uncle walks back in with his bubbler. He packs the bubbler and takes 2 huge rips. He comments that he put some 7 up in the bubbler for taste. He passes it to me and I take a rip. Before I release, my uncle grabs my nipples and lightly twists them as I release the cloud. I let out a high pitched moan and he laughs. He says I react just a like a tweaked out girl. I reply yeah, and I don’t get pregnant. He was quiet at this comment but I was sure he heard it. He asked what I was doing when he walked back in. I was shocked a bit as I didn’t think he had seen me. I told him I was doing a booty bump. He said he loves giving girls booty bumps. He orders me to bend over the couch, he is going to give me one. I obey and bend over and push my ass out toward him. He pulls out a shard of T and holds it at my entrance. I tell him to push it in and he uses 2 fingers to push it right in past my ring. I start to moan as the burn starts. My uncle pulls his fingers almost completely out and adds and third finger. He uses his fingers to open up my hole and I’m loving it. He pulls out his fingers and reaches for another shard of T. He says this time, he’s going bigger. He picks out a good chunk of T and tells me to lay flat on my back. I maneuver into the position he wants me in. he picks up my legs and places them on his shoulders. He orders me to play with my clit. I start jerking off and I feel him put the chunk of T at my hole and it starts to push in. it is harder to relax but I had an easy time taking his three fingers last time. That’s when I realize his left hand is on my thigh and his right hand is on my ass. Then I feel it. My hole is stretching around his mushroom head. He doesn’t let up until it pops in and I yelp. He says gawd your tight – relax already. I continue to jerk off and take in a breath. In the instant, his dick sinks in 3 or 4 inches. I feel like he is splitting me in half but I love the pain. As I feel the burn from the tina, my hole relaxes more and he sinks his full length into my quivering hole. He bottoms out and I feel him throb in my hole. He stops there and waits. I feel like he is doing it for me to get used to his thick meat in my hole. His real reason is he is holding off so that he doesn’t shoot his load right away. After what feels for me like forever, he starts to thrust in a slow rhythm. He long dicks me for a while. Everytime he slams into my body, my tina dick slaps around and leaks precum all around me. He drops my legs from his shoulders and push them to his right side. I’m now sidesaddle with my hole facing him and he starts a fast rhythm. He fucks me like a rabbit in this position for 15 to 20 mins. With his dick still deep in me, he maneuvers me under him. I’m now flat on my stomach. He kicks my legs open wide and he savagely attacks my hole. He cums his load in my worked hole. He doesn’t mention a thing. He stays hard and continues fucking my wet hole. I never knew when his first load was shot. He powers through and continues his assault. What feels like an hour later, he moves me around and I’m now in doggie position. He pushes balls deep into me and ravishes my wet hole. Slap slap slap. The apartment is full of the sound of wet, sweaty bodies smashing into each other. Slap slap slap. His balls slapping into my taint. Squish, squish, squish. The wet sound of his dick slapping into my wet cunt. I can barely keep myself up and into position, he has been fucking my stretched hole for so long. Finally he says he’s ready to breed me (again) and slams into me like he was trying to rip me in two with one thrust. A low bellowing moan escapes his mouth. For a second time, my insides are coated with his cum. He has me so loose that the cum dribbles down the side of his dick escaping my worked hole. He slaps my sore ass and tells me that I better not get that cum on the furniture. I use my t shirt to mop up the cum from my leaking hole. I ask if I can shower and he says of course. He tells me to get all cleaned up for him. I look back and my uncle is reloading the bubbler. He says he’ll need about an hour but that round 2 will be coming soon. I jump in the shower and think to myself, well, I’m keeping him away from the pussy for the week, just like I promised.

Ollie looked up to Mark as he was a lot closer to Ollies age and they soon hit it off and were regular fuck buddies. Mark was heavy into the leather scene and heavy into drugs and wanted Ollie to join him. Ollie was by far the youngest and much to Ollies Dads annoyance Ollie shaved his head had tatts but also got heavily into drugs. Both Stan and Louis warned Ollie about Mark but Ollie was infatuated by Mark and wanted to be him. " Dont listen to them they are old farts " Mark told him. Ollie loved chemsex parties and was taking raw cock from anybody who cared to fuck him. Mark was delighted to see how Ollie was developing he encouraged him to be more and more adventurous and when once on ketamine Ollie was so relaxed that Mark showed him how to take fist. Mark was so into risky sex that he started to take Ollie cottaging and cruising and just loved to see Ollie while high as a kite being fucked by anon guys. It was about 3 months since the dungeon fuck session and after taking many anon loads Ollie fell ill he discovered that he had HIV. Mark was delighted. The clinic provided Ollie with meds but Mark who was already poz and not on meds talked him out of it. Meds are for wimps Mark told him so Ollie stopped taking them. " Ollie you got it from someone so gift it " . Ollie was getting more and more cocky and sexually driven and one weekend when his Dad was away for the weekend Ollie hosted a leather party. Drugs were everywhere and Ollie by this time was having to be regularly fixed which Mark saw to. Ollie was so spaced out , he knew he was poz so no longer gave a toss. He only told of his status if asked, Mark was telling guys that Ollie was negative. Much to his Dads concern he noticed that Ollie was smoking far more but also either seemed high or sleepy. He talked to Ollie about it but Ollie assured him he wasnt taking anything and that he was fine. The party at Ollies which Mark had encouraged was full of about 20 guys in leather a whoop went up as Ollie at 18 who had been snorting coke allowed Mark to tie a rubber strap around Ollies arm and slowly inject him. Ollie felt the rush and then totally relaxed allowed several guys to unload in him. He just wanted his ass to be pummeled " fuck me fuck ,me " he shouted . Soon cigarette butts started to be trodden into the carpet powder spilled onto tables and cabinets The drug material was on open display. Guys were fucking each other and then Ollie. Two young guys who said they were negative told Ollie that they didnt take prep because they only fucked with condoms but were soon fucking or taking cock raw. " Yea the only way is raw " Mark told them. Mark loved the depravity of it and loved that he had converted young Ollie into his thinking. Now Ollies ass had been heavily used Mark inserted a large dildo into it. Then proceeded to fist him. Ollies eyes rolled but he loved it. Soon he was taking more cock . At about midnight with the party in full swing his Dad walked in to the sight of 20 guys in leather fucking each other and with Ollie laid on his back with Mark punching his hole while Ollie was shouting " yea harder harder ".

Was set up behind a closed McDonalds Place were trucks park at night. Can usually get a few guys pull up and it mostly oral. I was leaning against the car when I felt someone lean against me and push his hips intro my ass. I kind of just stood there. I could feel him moving around then I felt his hand on my short and he pulled them down to my knees, I heard him spit a few times and he moved closer pushed me against the car and guided what felt like a respectable 7.5-8”. He slid In slow and stead, was a bit uncomfortable ., he then started to go to town. Ounces me for about 5 min, I I could tell he was about to cum. I felt him twitch and heard him grunt and suddenly my as was real slippery. He reached into car and grabbed on of the towels and walked off. probably one of the drug dealers in the area, but he sure knew what was going on and he took advantage of it. as he walked off I got back in car and headed out of there.

Hey all- this is an older topic, and I may have even replied to it at some point ages ago. Times change tho- so if you can indulge me - read on. I was a pig/slut/open manhole/etc from age 15 on up to about 18 months ago. Or, about for about 52 years. I explored some S&M, Dom/sub, "Master"/slave, and lots of random, one and done play. Even had a semi stable relationship for 19 years with a great man. But about 18 months ago I failed my PSA test, for the 1st time. After educating myself as much as possible and learning the various options, I wanted to do nothing and just monitor the PSA level, and a wiser radiation oncologist agreed, as long as I did 2 more things. Some of the biopsy material went off for RNA testing, and I went off for a PSMA Pet scan. Luckily, there was no signs of and metastatic spread in my body, and unfortunately the RNA sample indicated I was at the top most range for the sample to metasticise throughout my body if not arrested quickly. I had to have immediate treatment , waiting was not an option. The beginning of the long treatment began Sept 1 with me taking a one a day pill that would essentially "castrate" me- no testosterone being produced meant the cancer cells had no food to divide and spread new cells. At day 20, I saw my urologist who injected a product called Trellstar- a 3 month dose of injectable testosterone inhibitor (TIP, in case I need to refer to it again) I was able to get erect and had "dry orgasms " - no cum but def the sensation, for another 10 days or so, and then as my nuts basically stopped working, not only did I lose all sex urges and libido, but my muscle tone went to shit, my metabolism was off and I began having a gut ( I have never had one up to now) On top of all that "joy" fatigue was a regular event, and like a menopausal woman, hot flashes struck over and over for no apparent reason- other than the TIP and the fact I did not have any testosterone in my system. The 28 days of radiation were not bad- other than having to drink 28 ounces of water and hour ahead of the 4 minute treatment ( and if you have prostate issues, let me tell you, holding any amount of liquid can be a challenge, holding that much water was a real " water torture" OK- so the history is behind- the point is this- you might think in your kink head being castrated or Nullo is exciting - but the sex drive and urges you have today driving that thinking will be totally gone should you actually follow thru with it. And even tho all traces of the TIP should have ended in my system about 3 months ago, since I was getting it 90 days apart, I still do not have the urge- or arousal back, tho my testosterone has at least gone from less than 3 to 34- still a far cry from the 790 range it used to be. I would never want to tell you what to do or not do, but from where I have been recently- no T is not the way to go if you want to still have a sex life- even in a slave role- you have to have some arousal or it becomes a major roadblock. And if you have read this far, and IF you are also about to enter the world of prostate cancer patient- feel free to msg me privately- there is an EXCELLENT YT channel that is in layman's terms and covers just about any topic regarding PC and options.

A few weeks back I bred this cute young skinny shirtless blonde guy out on the trail near me and we’d swapped digits after. He’s texted me pretty regular to hook up and I finally got to take his loads too. He’s admitted he gets overexcited getting fucked and cums too quickly so I’ve learned to have him breed me first. He messaged me this morning saying to meet me on the trail as he couldn’t host but wanted it. We started out kissing and stroking each other’s cocks and he begged me to fuck him, was very verbal about how bad he wanted it. I really wanted his load bad, but slid his shorts down, turned his ass to me and did the spit and stick in his hole raw. His ass had already been loaded and I slid in with ease. “You already been fucked?” I asked. He admitted another guy on the trail had bred him and pumped two loads in him. I love that he’s turning into a dirty little slut taking anon loads on the trail no questions. I asked if he’d swapped digits with the guy and what he looked like. He said he did and that it was a redheaded guy on a bike in his 20s. I know the guy and I’ve swapped loads with him. “Yeah, bet you loved taking his loads didn’t you?” The kid was moaning saying that he did, that he begged for his cum. “Bet you’re gonna take him again like you did me, aren’t?” The kid was enthusiastic saying the redhead had a nice big cock and knew how to fuck. “Bet you’re taking a lot of loads aren’t you?” He admitted he was and pretty much spent most of the day hooking up with guys. “Guessing you’re going to find another guy after me to add his load too aren’t you?” The kid was now panting say he planned too and let out a loud groan and I could feel his hole clench around my cock. It felt amazing and I bust my load deep in his guts, adding mine to the redhead’s sperm, all swimming around now in the kid’s ass. I pulled out and was again amazed at the load he spurted. As much as I wanted that in me I knew I’d get it again sometime this week and it’s hot to know he’s getting bred by other guys too. I rinsed my dick off in the water fountain and could see he was checking messages on Sniffies, so clearly he was serious about taking more loads. He said he’d text me again and headed off on the trail on his phone.

So, unfortunately the previous version of this story had some elements I was unaware were not allowed on the site. I'm going to go ahead and repost here and hope that those previous comments are able to be recovered or people are willing to repost what their choice was. I'm still trying to get in contact with moderators to do this, but in the mean time, I'll go ahead and repost the new corrected version. Due to this, I'll be posting a double feature of the top two story ideas at the end to make up for my mistake on this as an apology to all of you. I hope all you understand and forgive me on this error and enjoy the stories. --------------------------------------------------------------- Story 1- Fellow Hunters on the Prowl “30 bucks kid,” the bald man at the window said, looking up from his book as Tristan stepped up to it. Silently, he slid the money across the counter and under the scratched up plexiglass partition of the seedy bathhouse. Looking over at the bowl of condoms, the man grabbed the money, putting it into the dingy looking cash register. “Feel free to help yourself,” the bald man said, barely making eye contact as he picked back up the book, “Guys here tend to be pretty toxic. Better watch out or they’ll eat you alive.” A threadbare towel and grungy key on a chain were passed through, which Tristan quickly grabbed. Ignoring the bowl, he waited for the man to hit the buzzer so he could enter. At 20, Tristan knew he was a hot piece of ass, in fact, he was counting on it. Shoulder length blonde hair, clean shaven, pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes, he’d been told plenty of times he looked like a model. “I’m good, gonna let me in or not?” Tristan asked, annoyed, ready to get inside and enjoy his night. With a sigh, the man reached under the counter, pressing the buzzer and letting Tristan in. It had started 2 years ago, shortly after his 18th birthday when his brother’s college friend drunkenly entered his bedroom late one night, the two having previously hit up multiple bars in a pub crawl. Tristan had known he was gay for years, and through a random set of circumstances, he would finally get to feel another man use his body, much like the countless pornos Tristan had shot his load to. He’d enjoyed every minute, feeling the hot tongue moving around in his mouth, the rough pulling down of his boxer as the older boy had spit on his hand and slathered up his hole. No mentions of condoms had ever been made, and through the night his brother’s friend had fucked his ass hard, depositing several loads before sneaking back out of his room. Anxiety and guilt racked Tristan for a week before he came down with a random virus. Expecting the worst, he went to the free clinic and got tested, surprisingly enough everything came back clean. At first he had been happy at the news, but as the weeks went on, and after several unfulfilling hookups, he felt like something was missing. On a whim, he decided to look up on the internet if other people felt this way as well. It was there he found the twisted stories online of people willingly going bareback and getting infected with HIV. Countless stories of men getting infected caused him to want the same, and on his 19th birthday, he’d made a decision. Every month, he’d go out and willing let anyone and everyone have a turn in his hole. The last few times had proven a bust, leaving that proverbial itch still unscratched. Frustrated at his lack of success, he’d decided to do his research and finally decided on the dingy bathhouse he was currently in. Rumors on the internet said that it was a breeding ground for all sorts of bugs, with one guy saying he’d been unlucky enough to get multiple diseases in one go. Reading that had made Tristan shoot a huge load, and he’d decided that his decision had been made. The door slammed shut, its lock clicking in place as Tristan looked around. Clearly the place had seen better days, as the shabby carpet on the ground had dark stains on the ground, and the air had slightly smoky aspect. As he walked, he could hear a few muffled moans and the slapping of skin on skin, the thin walls barely masking anything. Finally, he reached the lockers, looking at the number on the key under the buzzing florescent lights. Finding the matching locker,, he quickly stripped naked, making sure to adjust the bottle of poppers hanging on a chain around his neck, pressing down on the spring-loaded stopper and putting each tip to his nose, sniffing deeply a few times. The buzz of the poppers quickly reached his head, giving him a pleasant flush feeling. He then tucked the poor excuse of a towel around his slender hips and began to walk around. He made a quick loop around, catching the attention of the few men there. Tristan mentally reassured himself, the night was still young, and there would likely be more men later. He finally decided on the steam room, sitting down and relaxing in the hot humid room, feeling himself instant break out in a sweat. He leaned back and spread his legs, looking around the room. A tall skinnier man with copious body hair sat in the corner, leaning his head back with his legs spread and eyes closed. Another man quickly entered, heavier set with a large, grey bushy beard and multiple tattoos across his body. The only description that came to mind was “bear” in Tristan’s mind. Boldly, the bear took a seat next to Tristan, occasionally adjusting himself under the too small towel for his larger frame. Tristan sat patiently, slowly rubbing a hand negligently across his chest and down his trim, muscled stomach. He’d told himself that he would take any and all advances tonight, but it had to be from guys who made the first move. Cautiously, the bear finally let his thigh rest against Tristan’s. Noticing he hadn’t moved away, the older man took it as an open invitation and grabbed Tristan’s hand, lifting the towel up and setting it on a rather decent sized 7 inch dick, more on the girthy side. Slowly, Tristan began to stroke it, enjoying the feeling of the foreskin moving back and forth as it hardened. He felt as the bear slowly lifted my towel up as well, feeling my much longer but thinner 8.5 inch dick. “Packing some heat there boy,” he said, slowly giving it a few tugs, firmly moved his hand away, as I continued to work his. “Only interested in getting fucked,” Tristan said firmly, giving his cock a firm squeeze, “Want to breed me?” “Fuck yeah,” the man said, living the back of my towel and looking at my ass. Slowly the younger man stood up and shuffled over, letting him put his hands on the trim waist and guided him down onto his waiting dick, now throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, he took a few hits before letting his weight down on the man’s lap, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out, thankful to have pre lubricated before hand. The bear quickly pulled his ass down hard, fully sheathing his cock inside Tristan’s guts in one firm motion. He let out a deep groan, enjoying the feeling as man slowly lifted him back up and off his dick, slowly setting up a steady pace to the fucking. “You neg, boy,” he asked, slightly out of breath as he firmly worked Tristan up and down on his cock like a toy. “Yeah man, how about you,” the younger man groaned, enjoying the hard pounding he was giving him as he continued, “No loads refused here.” “No clue,” he replied, his meaty and now sweaty hands gripping tightly, “Part of the fun of coming to a bathhouse, ain’t it? Getting fuckin’ close bro. Been taking all loads myself though, so who knows.” “Fuck yeah, give it to me,” Tristen moaned, ready for what would be the first of many unknown loads of the night. “Here it comes,” the man growled as he began to unload deep inside Tristan, finally pulling him down hard onto his lap to plant it even deeper. “Yeah… breed the cunt,” the man across from them now watched them with anticipation and he slowly jerked his long thin cock, the piercing on the tip glinting in the dim light of the steam room, “Mind if I have a turn?” Tristan nodded, smiling as he slowly picked himself up off the bear’s cock. “Thanks for the load, man,” Tristan said, watching as the bear slowly wiped the remains of his load off the tip of his dick. The man gave a slightly pained nod, the tip still sensitive. Quickly, Tristan walked across the small space, quickly letting the new man position his dick into place and pulling Tristan down on it. “Fuck yeah, love sloppy seconds,” the new man said, as the bear slowly got up and stood in front of Tristan. Reaching down, the bear’s meaty thumb pulled down Tristan’s bottom lip as he aimed the head of his cock at his face. Opening his mouth, Tristan felt as the bear began to piss in it. Not missing a beat, he leaned forward and clamped his mouth down, greedily gulping down the strong, hot, bitter and salty liquid. “Fuck yeah, you’re a nasty pig, aren't you,” the skinny man fucking his ass said, fucking his ass with gusto at the perverted sight. “Yeah man, gulp down that hot smoker man piss,” the bear said, as he let his bladder loose, watching as Tristan slowly began to struggle gulping the massive amount down. Finally the stream slowed down to barely a trickle, and the bear pulled out, shaking the remainder on Tristan’s face. “Fuck, can’t wait to tell everyone about you, pig,” he said, grabbing his towel and emptying the room. “Fuck yeah man, hot watching you gulp down that piss while I fuck you,” the skinny man said, pushing Tristan forward and getting into a standing position. The man then bent him over, taking long hard strokes. “You seriously taking any loads man,” he asked, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of Tristan’s hips. “Yeah man. Why, you got something special for me,” he countered, enjoying the fuck and the feeling of his stomach being bloated on piss. “Poz load brewing in these nuts here,” the man said, his legs shaking at the strain of fucking so hard, “Unmedicated and highly toxic.” “Oh fuck yes,” Tristen moaned, “I want that fucking load in my guts, sir.” The man nodded, silently fucking him until he suddenly let out a gasp, letting his cock freely spew its venom deep in Tristan’s guts. They stood there in silence, both breathing hard before the otter pulled out, sitting back on the tiled seat and grabbing a towel, rubbing it on his face. “You definitely are looking to get knocked up,” the man said, tossing the towel at Tristan, “I’m Brent, by the way.” “Tristan, and yeah, been wanting to get pozzed for too long,” he replied, sitting beside him catching his breath. “Fuck yeah man, love getting with a fellow chaser,” Brent replied, grinning at Tristan, “Want some help tonight? Never seen you around here before, and I know all the really toxic guys.” “Hell yeah, I want to walk out of here with everything I can,” Tristan said, grinning back. “Come with me,” Brent said, getting back up and grabbing Tristan’s hand, “I got a room. I’ll find you all the bugs you can get.” Smiling, Tristan grabbed his discarded towel and followed, ready for the night ahead. ——— Laying down ass up on the dirty mattress in the room, Tristan laid there and began to slowly work his fingers into the loose, slimy mess slowly seeping out of his hole. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he stick the fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and enjoying the taste of his ass mixed with the two loads. Quickly enough, Brent returned with a bald, skinny man, his skin sagging slightly, giving him a mostly wasted look. “He’s wanting the dirtiest loads we can give him,” Brent explained, as he got on the bed and spread his legs, giving access to his cock and balls. Tristan greedily began to suck the cock, feeling as the man wordlessly entered his ass. The skinny body draped over him, the man’s hips digging into his firm round ass as the man slammed hard inside him, letting out a shaky moan as he got closer and closer. “Tell Tristan here what’s going inside him,” Brent said, suddenly grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting up, blowing a cloud of smoke in Tristan’s face. “Got myself a massive viral load,” the older guy said, his voice rattling with phlegm as he spoke, “Lab said it was in the millions. Doc said I’ll need to go on meds soon. Been so fucking sick lately and finally felt good enough to come tonight. Glad I did. Rare fucking treat getting to shoot my demon seed in a hot neg hole.” Tristan groaned around Brent’s cock, the sickly man groaning as he began to shoot inside him. It took all of his willpower not to shoot with him as he imagined the deathly ill man’s seed soaking into his guts, the virus quickly taking root and spreading like wildfire in his veins. The man’s hips slowly stopped twitching, and he pulled his cock out with a plop, the tainted cum drooling down Tristan’s balls. “That’s for taking my load, hope you get what your looking for,” the man said, wiping his dick along Tristan’s ass before getting back up and walking out without another word. Pulling is cock out of Tristan’s mouth, Brent looked down at him and smiled, blew more smoke in his face. “How was that, fucker?” he said, watching as Tristan pulled out one of the cigarettes from his pack and lighting up, rolling over onto his back. Normally, he only smoked when he was out drinking with friends, but after the amazing fuck he’d just had, he decided now was a good time as any for one. “Fuck yeah,” Tristan groaned, watching the smoke escape from his lungs, “This is what I’ve been needing. So fucking hot knowing that any load I get here tonight could be the one man.” “Trust me, I know,” Brent chuckled, his lips pursed as he blew out his smoke, “How long you been chasing, bro?” “Little over a year,” Tristan began to explain, playing with the smoke as he began to retell his journey to Brent, going into detail of each load he’d taken that he could remember. “Damn that’s hot,” Brent said, tossing the spent butt in the corner of the room, “Hearing all that makes me want to join in the fun. I’m gonna go find us both some more toxic loads. Feel free to help yourself to the pack.” ——— Several hours later, Brent and Tristan decided to call it quits, each losing count as load after load was shot into each of them. Eventually the number of guys dwindled down to nearly nothing, and the two decided to go back to the locker room for a quick shower before changing back into their clothes. In the shower, Brent found a large plug abandoned in the corner and showed it to Tristan, with only a brief nod, the two quickly worked the plug deep inside Tristan, locking the countless loads of tainted cum deep inside, quickly followed by Brent procuring one as well from his locker. After a quick exchange of phone numbers, the two separated, going in different directions into the weak morning light. ------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) Purchased for a Night B) Keeping It In the Family C) Cottaging for Beginners D) Orders from the Boss Keep in mind the top two will be written for a double feature in about a week and a half at most, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. Again, sorry for the issues on the first attempt at this story. It was my fault for not reading and noticing the rules more closely. Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see.

I have quite a few tattoos over my body and decided it was time to go add a new one. Nothing too big. Over the past year I had lost a bit of weight, and my stomach was finally getting flatter. Not a six pack by any means, but flat enough to put something there while I kept working on it. I had recently moved to this suburb just out of Melbourne and wasn’t familiar with the area, so I simply searched online for the closest one. There was a guy a few blocks from me who had lots of good reviews, and he tattooed out of a purpose built shed in his back yard. This sounded perfect as a few of the ones I got previously were in large open spaces with multiple tattoo artists all working. I set up an initial appointment to just look at some art and ideas first. The tattoo guy’s name was Ross. I turned up and followed the signs along the side of the house to a fancy shed at the back. Ross met me at the door to the shed, and I was blown away by his looks. He would have been in his late 20’s I guessed. He was wearing a white singlet and tight jeans. He was about six foot tall; footballers build with legs that looked like they could snap me in half. He had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and was clean shaven. He clearly worked out. He had what looked like softly hairy chest with blonde hair with lots of tattoos under the hair and obviously he was inked all over. I hesitated in shock and awe as he reached out his hand and introduced himself with a sexy yet cheeky smile clearing checking me from head to toe. I am 45 years old, average build, have a blonde moustache and short light brown hair. I used to carry a few kilos but had lost weight now and finally had a flat stomach. I was wearing a singlet also and some cargo shorts. I am only 5’7” tall so Ross seemed to tower over me. As he shook my hand, he motioned me inside the shed which was a very professional setup. At one end of the shed was his desk and lots of books and photo albums and pictures on the wall. At the other end was the tattoo equipment and chair/table. I took a seat, and Ross grabbed his stool on wheels and rolled up quite close to me as he grabbed a few photo albums. “I can see you have quite a few tattoos already. What did you have in mind this time?” he said. I mentioned I had been working hard to lose weight and training and was feeling better about my body, so I wanted to get something to show a bit of that off. “You’re looking good mate. Show me all the tats you have and maybe we can work something out from that theme.” I laughed and explained I have a few in some more discreet places that would be out of reach as I took my singlet off. Ross looked at me with a glint in his eye and was caressing the tattoos on my torso and arms which was far more sensual than I was expecting. “Don’t be shy, I need to see them all to get an idea of your mindset”. “I can’t unfortunately as I would need to take my shorts off” I responded laughing. “We are both dudes here, no need to be shy. Or do you want me to take them off for you?” he said with a cheeky grin. Before I could respond he grabbed my cargo shorts and pulled them down to my ankles revelling my white jocks. Without even asking he grabbed my hips and spun me around to reveal the tattoos on my arse. A picture of a small pig smiling on one cheek and the word pig on the other cheek with the end of the “g” turning into an arrow point to my arsehole. He started feeling and touching the tattoos on my arse and I was immediately starting to get hard and ooze precum causing a wet patch on my jock pouch. “Hmmm, I think I am getting an idea now”. He lingered touching my arse for a while. Then broke free suddenly. Standing up he says as though normal and matter of fact, “Nice, you can pull them up. I have an idea for you”. I pulled my shorts up thinking had I got this wrong by some chance? Watching him search his books he had an unmistaken bulge in his jeans. I tried not to stare, but he caught me looking a few times. He came back and sat directly facing me on his stool, legs spready nicely displaying his bulge and held a photo album. But he never opens the album. This time his knee was now touching mine he was so close. He reached across and touched my hand saying, “don’t worry, you’re in good company” and smiled. He then explains, “I am going to go out on a limb and assume by your arse tats you like to be bred?”. I smiled slightly embarrassed, “Yeah, I guess. What my species would call a pig bottom”. Ross then looks me in the eyes, “you mean our species” smiling. “So just how much of a pig bottom are you? I mean, given what I am looking at, you must have plenty of contributors”. “Not as many or much as I would like to be honest. But things are looking up since losing the weight. So, hoping more soon.” I say. Ross then moves his hand to my knee and caresses it slowly, “so how much of a pig”? “To be honest, I would consider myself a no limits pig at this point. After what I would say is many years of limited opportunities, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do.” Ross rolls back a bit from me displaying a large bulge in his jeans and says, “well I have an idea for your next tattoo, and if you are up for it, I will do it for free. Hear me out. Then I want you to go home and think about it and call me with your decision and we can start the process”. “I’m listening”. Ross then stands up directly in front of me. Clearly an eight inch plus cock is trying to escape his tight jeans. He proceeds to take his singlet off. Standing in front of me is nothing short of a dream. My eyes scan his chiselled chest with a eagle spread across his chest covered by a beautiful spattering of blonde hair. As my eyes move down his body they rest on a biohazard tattoo on his right inner thigh just above his pant line about two inches by two inches with the number 2 in the centre. I am fixated on the tattoo. “Touch it” he says. I begin to caress the tattoo using all my self-control not to keep going to his bulge. “What’s the number 2 mean”? I ask. Ross puts his hand on mine to keep it on his tattoo and explains, “That means I was the second person that the guy who knocked me up infected successfully.” It felt like we stayed in that moment forever before he said, “My tally is 7. If I was to give you a similar tattoo, it would have a number 8.” Ross then pulls me up and slowly kisses me with his tongue invading my mouth. Breaking the kiss he says, “would you like to be number 8?” I begin to answer him, but he puts his hand over my mouth to stop me. “No. Don’t answer now. I want you to go home and think about it. Joining the family is a big step. I want you to go home and think about it first. It is a process, and you need to be committed.” He says. I nod and he removes his hand. “Tell me the process and I will go home and think about it.” Right then I knew my answer. But I wanted to respect his process. This is a man no reasonable gay bottom would pass up an opportunity to be fucked by. Ross begins to explain, “Ok. If you decide yes, then this is how it goes. You go get a test to make sure you are negative. You will need to bring that with you next time. I have never gone on meds, and my viral load is super high, so I am nice and toxic. You will come over after work on a Friday evening after work. Clear your calendar for that weekend, because you will spend the entire weekend with me. We will hang out, dinners, movies etc, and you will spend 2 nights with me. I will fuck and breed you every chance I get over the weekend. You will go home on the Sunday evening. Then every night that week you will drop by for 15 minutes, and I will pump a load in you every night that week. During this time, you can’t let anyone else fuck you. You are mine to knock up. There can be no question about it being me.” “After Thursday night, I will give you Friday and Saturday off for a break. Then come over Sunday after dinner and I will pump another load in you and then we will do a home test. If the test is negative, then you take the week off, and come over the following Friday for another weekend like the first. We keep doing the 2-week routine until the job is done.” “Once the test is positive and job is confirmed done, I will give you your own tattoo with the number eight indicating the 8th person I have knocked up for free.” I am trying to take it all in but keep getting lost at the thought of spending a weekend with this guy. Maybe more than one. “Finally, we need to be clear on one thing. Whenever you spend the weekend with me, you will be my boyfriend for the weekend. I will fuck the living daylights out of you, but I will also make sure you feel special the whole time. But when the job is done and you have your tattoo, that’s it. Job done and no further contact. You will just be a number to me.” My brain is racing at this point. My instinct is to blurt out “where do I sign up” but I respect his process. Ross leans in and kisses me again and says, “Now head off and think about it and call me when you make a decision.” I get dressed again and leave. I get in my car and drive about one block away before pulling over and calling him. Ross answers, “what took you so long” and laughs. I respond with, “when can we start?”. Ross: “get your test and results and come over next Friday after work. Bring a change of clothes for the weekend and we will get started.” To be continued…

Mmmmm I sure hope Ollie’s dad joins in the fun! What a wonderful way o become a total pig! More please?

I was there in October and what struck me was that nothing had changed. Literally everything was as it was before the fire. Nit even the decor had changed. And there are still rooms with slings inside them. I had one but it was a CumUnion night and all the action was in the basement. And Cnt, in the maze all you have to to is not close your cubicle door, turn around and stick your ass into the hallway and the cocks will find you and slither their way up your hot pussy.

When I was in my teens my dom top bf liked to watch other men fuck me. We started with one other guy then two one weekend. The next weekend he chose 5 men to gangbang me raw. He watched and told them I like it rough how to fuck me harder. After they all fucked a load inside my hole I sat on his cock. He churned their loads adding his into the mixture. They watched him fuck 6 loads out of my. I cum farted the remaining cum onto his cock when he pulled out. I didn't hesitate when he told me to clean his cock. There were 2 more rounds after that. I used to attend a montly group sex session with 20 - 30 vers men hosted by my friend at his apartment. Everyone had to refrain from cumming if possible till a cumdump was nominated and where loads were deposited. Obviously I was nominated as the all loads in my hole cumdump the first time I attended, I took a load a minute for 75 minutes. The second time I went iit was all loads in my mouth and all over my face. I have a fantasy to be in a cumdump contest with a few other bottoms on stage in a large club packed with 1000's of gay men. Taking loads in both holes. Another fantasy is to be surrounded by men with a hollowed out plug in my hole deep and stretched wide. They pour or syringe 1000 loads from 1000 mem into my bucket cunt. My 2nd hole gurgled and bumps as it swallows it deep into my guts. Then gangbanged.

Part 5 – The End (Option 2) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So, he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over checks the test and returns with a big smile on his face and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Remember the deal? And what happens now?”. I respond with “yes. I get my tattoo and never see you again”. “Correct” he says. “BUT”. I look at him a little confused. “I must admit that I have really enjoyed the last few weeks. I know I am breaking my own rules, but how would you feel if we played boyfriends a little more?” I am totally confused as Ross is way out of my league. “Me? Why?” Ross kisses me, “You’re cute. You’re funny. I really enjoyed spending the time with you. To be honest, falling asleep with you and waking up with you felt right. I’d like to try it out some more if you are up for it”. I would be lying if I hadn’t felt the same but had resolved to the fact it was just me and temporary. But how can I even question this. “Yes, yes very much yes”. Ross kisses me again and looking me in the eye he then says, “just one rule. You let me knock up another 6 guys to reach my goal of 15. If you’re ok with me doing that, I’d love to give this a go.” I’m a little torn as to how I would feel with him spending weekends like he did with me, but I want him so bad. As though he could read my mind, he rests his hand on the side of my face and explains, “except no weekends with my victims. Just one load every night for them until they convert.” Relieved, I smile and indicate yes with a kiss. “So that was what I was to you all these weeks, a victim” and I laugh. Ross honestly says “yes, to start with. But after the first night with you, you were always going to be my boyfriend forever”. The end

Part 2 – Night 1. I go and get my tests done on Monday so I can have my results by Friday. I struggle to focus on work all week and start preparing by fasting from Thursday. Come Friday, I am totally useless at work. I cannot concentrate on anything. I finish up work, chuck on my jocks, jeans and t-shirt and pack a weekend bag and head to Ross’ place. I clean out and prep with a dildo thinking I may need to be stretched for his first load. At 6pm on Friday I am knocking on his front door. The weird thing is that there is no question in my mind as to what I want. I wouldn’t consider myself a chaser at this point, but I wanted Ross so bad that it just seemed natural to want his babies in me. The whole week I have been doodling the number 8 all over the place. Ross opens the door and invites me in and kisses me right there in the doorway. He is wearing a singlet and footy shorts and is already tenting a full hard on. He takes my bag from me and throws it in the living room and shuts the door behind me. He kisses me again and turns me around just inside the door and pulls my jeans down. Thank God I prepped earlier. He spits on his hand, and I can feel his cock rock hard against my back and crack. I then feel the head of his eight-inch cock lubed with spit at my hole. I am expecting an onslaught, but instead he slowly enters me until he is balls deep in me. He holds it there to let me adjust and kisses my neck. He whispers in my ear, “I haven’t cum all week, so this will be fast and a big load to start”. He slowly starts fucking me and kisses my neck and ear the entire time. As he fucks me, he is constantly saying softly “No turning back now. You’re mine now”. Only 5 mins in he says, “here it comes” and he bottoms out. I have taken some big loads before, but I can honestly say this must have been a huge load. He holds his hard cock in me as he pumps rope after rope of his toxic seed in me. His hands are all over my body as his warm chiseled body is pressed against my back. He doesn’t pull out and doesn’t soften. He slowly starts to fuck me again. “Stay there, I have another one for you”. He fucks me again. This time I can feel his cum dripping out down my leg as he is fucking me. In another 5 minutes he is pumping another load in me. We haven’t even made it past the front door, and I have two loads in me. Kissing my neck as he goes soft and pops out of my hole a glob of his cum falls on the floor. “Stay there” he says and goes to a room and comes back with a butt plug. He slides it in and says “we need to make sure it has every chance to take. No letting any go”. Ross then starts to show me around the house as his guest for the weekend. He takes my bag to his bedroom which has a king bed and several mirrors and tv. Moving behind me he puts his hands around me and states, “remember this. This is where it will happen. This is the place your life will change forever. If that intro hasn’t already done the trick.” We throw my stuff down and head out to the loungeroom and we snuggle on the couch and order pizza for dinner. We spend the night on the couch cuddling and kissing. He was right. He is treating me like his boyfriend, and it is intoxicating. We decide to head to bed early at 9:30pm and Ross then fucks me again twice in bed watching tv before cuddling me from behind with his breath on my neck. He slowly rubs my belly saying “it’s all happening in there. That’s all me”. As I fall asleep in his arms I drift off knowing I have 4 toxic loads in me and they are from what I think is the sexiest man alive. To be continued…

Hi, I’m a 23yr old transguy with a pussy curious to explore my sexuality with a cisguy. Since I come across as a top and straight to others, I would want a relationship where we can act like friends to everyone else but be lovers behind closed doors. Personally I’m a submissive bottom who loves the idea of being with a dad like figure who I can explore my fantasies with, especially revolving around [banned word] things like incest, age play, and cnc. I have a couple hard limits like anal, bathroom, torture stuff. Do guys like this exist? I’m based in LA btw but travel a lot tldr: I’m a transguy with a pussy who wants to find wanna find a dominant man who is interested breeding and exploring fantasies with me.

I had been playing with a Poz Top Daddy for a few months, hoping to get the gift, but nothing was taking. After we finished our last session, he sat me up and handed me a business card. This boy is the “Positive Outcomes Clinic”. If you really want to become Poz, book an appointment with them. I was for some reason really nervous when I called the clinic, but the receptionist on the phone was really friendly and helped to calm my fears. We discussed the booking process but said if you want to know our procedures, you’ll have to come in for free consultation. I took a leap of faith and booked for Friday afternoon. Friday afternoon came and I found the place in a nondescript office building on one of the upper floors. It was all professional looking, like a doctor’s office with a few chairs, reception desk, really looking like a medical clinic. The receptionist took my name and ushered me into one of the small consultation rooms where he gave me a fizzy, slightly bitter drink while I waited for the “doctor”. As I was sipping the drink the “doctor” came in and told me about the clinic was specifically setup for men who were serious about becoming Poz and were having difficulty doing so. The fee was almost $2,000, but the drink was starting to make me feel more relaxed. He gave me a credit card terminal and I swiped my card. He told me we can get started right away, I just needed to fill out some consent and health forms. Once the forms were filled out I was ushered to a larger examination room and was told to strip and lay down on a gynecological exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor took some bloodwork and began examining my body, especially my hole. He had his receptionist shave my ass. At this point I was really relaxed and to be honest, quite buzzed from the drink. The doctor explained that they regularly collect high viral load cum from selected members of the community. With that, he went to a small fridge and removed a syringe with about 200ml of white fluid. He explained this was Phase 1 of tonight and we go with a starter dose that also acts as lube for the rest of the procedures. With that, he inserted the syringe into my hole while the receptionist put my cock into a cage. The doctor then took a vial of white powder, dipped his finger into it and inserted it knuckle deep into my ass. This will burn for a bit, but it makes things so much easier for you. He left saying I’ll be back in a few minutes as put headphones over my ears playing club music and turned the lights to a deep dark red. Part 2 coming very soon

On the beach, with people around. We were kinda out of view a bit with some driftwood in front of us. He’d pulled down his board shorts and laid back on a towel and I went to work deep throating him right there. I’m sure folks on the bluff above could see. Didn’t matter, I was just focused on sucking cock and swallowing some cum.

I had my pozzing with a pozz friend of mine,. We are still good friends, but nothing more. Since I knew that I got pozz, I still have only bare dates with other guys...giving and taking loads. So I am not the guy for one friend,,, I choose No, 1

Slave eating Masters’ holes as well!

Ive been. I don’t remember if there were swings in the open before but there are now, on the third floor. The basement still has a dark gloryhole section. I just wish there was a gloryhole where you could stick your ass in. A spot to take completely anon cock and loads would be awesome.

Years ago I spent hours with a guy kissing and simulating sex. Not fucking, no oral, no rimming, just kissing and our bodies grinding against each other. It felt like the best sex for both us. We were at a house party at the time and when we finally fucked at his flat it was just as good. I love to kiss. It instantly turns me on or off the guy. I'm more comfortable with fucking and fisting with a random guy and not ar all comfortable with hugging. It's too personal and I have to really like the guy first otherwise it's too weird.

I started pumping my cock hole two years ago and like anything too much too soon is not going to be good. I've had a couple mishaps and thought to my self what the fuck have I done but nothing with permanent damage. Don't buy cheap, they are uncomfortable and break easily. My first anal pump was only 3 inches long internally which I filled with my man meat first time I used it but had to release within a few seconds. The effects on my asslips were quicker and longer lasting. My prolapse would retract as soon as I released the valve whereas my asslios were getting puffier, more swollen and slack. Eventually I was able to push out a rosebud that would also retracted. Now my rosebud when worked hangs out in full bloom until it gets punched or sucked back in

I’m not dismissing anything said. We all have different experiences and all our bodies react differently. Everything in moderation. Like with enhancements, you can do more but you can’t backtrack and do less. I’ve been pumping my dick, nipples, and asshole on and off over 20 years. I started easy and built up to it. And I’ve never had any negative physical reactions to it.

As a sub bottom totally dedicated to submit to the top, pain is sometimes part of the process. I’ve had situations where the top was so rough that I couldn’t stop the tears but for several days afterwards the residual pain I would feel would trigger very horny memories of the deed and it definitely pleased me to have that painful experience.

Do you actually mean some guys only want to get high, and will fuck in order to get the drugs? That's beyond pitiful.

I was taken to another room that had what looked like a rubber coated floor, and leather padding and mirrors on the walls, a mirror on the ceiling and sling right in the middle. There were about 12 guys there, dressed in anything from full Daddy leather to head to toe rubber with a gas mask, jockstraps or completely naked. All of them, slowly stroking their cocks and looking at me with lust and hunger in their eyes. These are men from our Community Contributors. Our affiliate Doctors refer these recently diagnosed men with high viral loads to us to be part of our "seeding program" that you'll now be experiencing. All the hot men gathered around me and lifted me into the sling, securing my arms and legs. They started massaging my arms, chest, forcing their fingers into my mouth, massaging and fingering my hole. Then they started slapping their cocks against my face and damn, there was so much pre-cum dripping from their cocks it soaked my face. I greedily licked every cock, savoring the sweet, salty taste. The leather Daddy positioned himself between my legs and rubbed his cockhead against my hole. Boy, I caught my bug when I was down in Brazil at a bathhouse a few weeks ago. And most of the men here got their bug in other countries too. We’re gonna give you so many strains tonight that at least one or more is going to catch. His cock wasn’t that long, but damn he was thick. He slowly pushed inside me, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. Staring into my eyes, he began slowly pumping, grinding, rotating his hips at every angle. I could feel the heat from his body, his nipples looked so hard as he tweaked them with one hand. He started speeding up, telling me now boy, start squeezing your hole, Daddy’s gonna cum soon! He started squeezing both his nipples and then groaned and pushed deep inside me. Stop boy, let your hole become loose, stay still, stay still. He was gasping and sweating with a glazed look in his eyes. Now slowly tighten up, yeah that it, shit, I’m cumming again! I slowly milked his thick cock with my ass, trying to squeeze out every drop. He slowly pulled out and I could hear the cum splashing onto the black rubber floor. He bent over and scooped up the cum and fed it to my mouth. Ok gents, he’s nice and wet. What strain of bug do we have for him next?

I have been stealth breeding this faggot for over at least 20 sessions. I am getting other "safe" tops in on in and we are secretly breeding this safe stupid bottoms faggot ass every time and he has no clue cuz he is high on poppers. he is so fucking dumb and thinks we are using condom every time and when he feels fort only feels the base and deosn tfeaelaize the tip is broken and raw head is out with pre cum seeping into his pussy and eventually blasting load in to him while continuing to fuck his pussy and then tag team to do it again. he thinks its all safe, so dumb and so hot.

Bit late posting this, but I still remember it well. I was at the sauna a couple of weeks ago. It was a Sunday, which is generally the most popular day, but recently I've been finding it a bit hit and miss. I thought it was the same this particular day, but I was in for a change of luck. I walked into the darkroom and noticed a tall well built guy standing against the wall (there was enough light to tell he was sexy). I didn't fancy my chances, but I made a move to suck him and he let me. It was a lovely big meaty cock. I stood up and quietly asked if he liked to fuck. He said he did, so I had another quick suck, then bent over the bench next to him, hoping he wouldn't just walk away. Again, I was in luck and in he went. It was a seriously good fuck and he seemed to be enjoying it. Even better - I could hear his breathing get heavier and then he shot a massive load deep inside my hole. I was still bent over, catching my breath, then all of a sudden another guy slid in and started to fuck me. It was then I realised a bit of a crowd formed. This guy fucked me for a while, pulled out without loading me, but kept his hand on my back, holding me still for another guy who was apparently waiting to fuck and load me. While this was happening there was another sexy regular sitting on the bench next to me. I briefly played with his cock, which I managed to get in me for a nice long fuck after that. I figured I'd had enough, but I was greedy for more. It was time to go home, but I thought I'd give the glory holes another go (they were so-so that day). I didn't have to wait long for another thick hard cock to slide through the hole into my arse. It was a pretty intense fuck but, by that stage, I was well open and had no problem taking it. Again, I was in luck, with a massive load being dumped inside me. It was a good day after all.

Chapter 11 I guess I dozed off after Tom left as I woke up and saw it was almost 2 PM. I call work and let my assistant know I’m feeling much better, though I don’t tell her how sore my ass still is. She runs a couple of things by me and then tells me she’ll lighten the calendar for tomorrow, so I don’t push it too much and relapse from whatever bug was ailing me. I told her I’ll work on emails this afternoon and see her in the morning. I threw on a T-shirt and shorts and head to the kitchen hungry and thirsty. Glancing at messages I remember I need to call Jason and dial his contact. Jason is 30, 5’7” average dude bod that leans to fit. Jason has a nice amount of chest hair, though definitely not in bear territory. His belly is covered in a nice amount of hair though and he has this treasure trail that heads down to a nicely curved 7’ dick. He’s got that sexy 30’s stud look, with eyes that let you know he still has lots of fun in him. He’s got a beard that is trimmed just right. Jason has a quick wit, and he’s got a sexy goofiness and knows how to laugh and make you laugh. Back in Chicago Jason and I had gotten together, and his cock fits my ass like it was made just for him. We started out as fuck buds but the more we saw each other I had developed feelings for him and I’ve thought of him as the one that got away. If our timing had been different … Jason was pozzed after moving away, the guy had become his boyfriend and he seemed to settle into a great new life. He came back in town in Chicago for a week and had helped nurseme through a wicked illness that I had thought was a conversion but I ended up not being pozzed. Jason answers the second ring and is so glad to hear my voice. He shares with me that the boyfriend left him with in an apartment he couldn’t afford, took most of the furniture leaving him with little more than a mattress. He lost his job a couple weeks ago and now has to be out of his apartment by next Wednesday or face eviction. He’s broke, scared and hates to do so but asks to borrow some funds until he can get back on his feet. I can hear the desperation in his voice and when I ask about prospects, and he breaks down as he tells me nothing is working out and he had to sell his car just to get by. While he doesn’t know many people, he hopes one of his friends will let him crash on a couch. My heart is breaking, and I tell him I can send him some cash, but suggest maybe a better plan is to come out here. I tell him how hot the job market is, a much better cost of living and I would love him to stay with me as long as he needs. Jason tells me how amazing that would be, and I hear hope starts to take hold of him. We talked for a bit, and I ended up sending him some cash and we booked a flight for him for Wednesday afternoon. By the time we hung up, I heard a bit of the old Jason creep back into the phone. It's a amazing spring day and grab a drink and head outside. Feeling good, I then start attacking the horde of emails I’ve missed at work. At around 6:30 my phone rings and it’s Tom telling me he’ll be home in about an hour and will pick up dinner on the way. It dawns on me, I hadn’t told Jason anything about Tom, my non-poz testing or what I’ve been up to rectify that. If I know Jason, he’s going to think it’s hot as hell and will want to be a part of the action. I’m not exactly sure how Tom is going to take the news of having Jason around. I figure it may be a bit complicated as Tom knows my past with Jason but I can’t deny I’ve felt a closeness develop between Tom and I as well. Shit, I’ll need to talk to both in the next few days. I need to help Jason but don’t want to lose Tom either. A bit later, I’m still buried in work when Tom comes through the hedge from the casita. He tells me he picked up enchilada’s, tamales, and chicken mole’ . He suggests I put it in the oven on warm and make a tall pitcher of margaritas while he goes and cleans up. I make margaritas and set out plates and stuff on the patio. After another 20 minutes, Tom appears through the hedge wearing a black leather chest harness and a black leather jock with “Fuck Me” printed on the side straps. Damn he’s sexy and I feel my cock start to chub. Tom looks at me and says, let’s eat as he pours us both a drink. I stand up, clearly tenting my shorts as he tells me to get the food. Laughing Tom says, calm down buddy, we’ve got plenty of time and Tom’s starving and wants to get a good tequila buzz going for tonight’s activities. Besides, Tom adds, Ivan won’t be here until 9 pm. He’s coming to teach me how to use the St. Andrews cross, tying Tom up and the art of flogging. Ivan’s a pro and Tom fucking loves coming under Ivan’s whip. Additionally, Tom and Ivan noticed how much I loved getting DP’s so at some point in the evening, Ivan is going to help me experience how it feels from the top’s position. Once I’ve turned Poz, I’ll need these skills because the virus is going to change me and I’ll have an overwhelming need and duty to breed negative holes as well as recharge poz guys with what he suspects will be one toxic poisonous strain. I have to admit the food is good and after making another pitcher of margarita’s we both have a good buzz. Tom is getting me turned on as he keeps teasing me with his foot in my lap and snaking it up my shorts. We’re just chilling when the door bell rings and right on time, Ivan arrives with a duffel bag in tow. Ivan is dressed in a leather full body harness with black shorts. Once he’s poolside, he drops the shorts and shows that the harness straps connect to a black leather jock strap. He’s accented his attire with leather arm bands and black boots. Reaching down into the bag he pulls out a few items and puts cuffs around Tom’s wrists and ankles as well as a collar around his neck. Ivan tells me to go get changed and expects me to be in a jock as well and to meet him and Tom in the playroom. When I return, Tom’s on his knees licking Ivan’s boots who is crooning good boy to Tom. Ivan spits on the floor and tells Tom to clean it up while he goes over to the cabinet and removes and number of short ropes with eye hooks. Ivan tells Tom to stand up and lean into the St. Andrews cross. Telling me to follow his example, Ivan attaches a short section of chain to Tom’s right wrist strap with an eye hook, tells him to raise his arms onto the cross where he attaches the other end to the metal ring using another short chain with eye hooks. I do the same on the Tom’s left side. Ivan says to me, now, the ankles and as Tom spreads his legs, we anchor his ankles in a similar manner with short chains. Ivan then grabs a ball gag and says to put it in Tom’s mouth and hook it around to the metal loop on the back of his collar and tighten the straps so they hold the gag firmly in place. Ivan says, now this next item is for more advanced play, and he goes to the cabinet and removes a long J hook with a ball at the end and a chain with an eye hook. He explains this is an anal hook that will force Tom into a single position. Ivan says, first we give Tom a bit of pleasure and instructs me to eat Tom’s ass to open him up some. Well that’s not something you need to ask me twice and I drop to my knees, spread his ass cheeks and start rimming his hole. As my tongue goes in, we hear a moan from Tom clearly enjoying the sensation. Ivan tells me once I have him open to add a couple fingers. Wetting them in my mouth I slowly insert one then two fingers. When Tom’s sufficiently open I spit and add a third finger and start finger fucking him with a steady rhythm. Tom is clearly enjoying it and is soon leaning his ass out almost self fucking my hand. Ivan says, ok, that’s good. He drops a good amount of lube onto the ball end of the J hook and slowly inserts it into Tom’s ass, far enough that the cold steel hits Tom’s prostate eliciting another moan. Tom instructs Ivan to stand up straight and then hooks the chain to Tom’s neck, tight enough that Tom’s ability to move is taken away forcing him to stand with his back straight and his head slightly thrown back as Ivan again adjusts the tightness at Tom’s neck. Ivan tells me, so now when we flog him any wincing will force the anal hook deeper into his ass and cause pain if he tries to move too much. Ivan then blindfolds Tom to further deprive him of his full abilities. We stand back and admire the sight. Tom is spread eagle at the hands and ankles and chained tightly to the cross. The hook causes him to stand straight up with his ass presented at a perfect angle. The collar and blindfold branding him as a submissive. I’m hard as a rock and turned on seeing this alpha stud now sublimated as a vehicle for our use. Ivan tells me normally things would be very quiet to keep the suspense and direction of attack unknown. But since I’ll be learning he’ll hear some of his instructions but keep the conversation to a minimum and he’ll try to be nonverbal in instructions. s Ivan graps a couple additional items. One looks like a stiff extra wide leather belt with a handle which he tells me is a paddle that delivers slightly spread out attention. Handing it to me Ivan is still holding what looks like a whip but has multiple strands tied in knots at the end which he explains to me is and is a flogger that provides a more diffuse sensation. He points out another flogger that has barbs on it and the cane next to it and both provides a sharp piercing pain says that’s for another time when I’m more experienced. Ivan steps up to Tom and gently rubs his back telling me to confine the flogging to this area and the butt as I learn. He tells me to remember bondage is about trust. Normally the sub will use a safe word but Tom and Ivan are so attuned there won’t be one today. For Tom, he loves the pain so long as we don’t draw blood. Explanations out of the way, Ivan then slowly glides the flogger across Toms back and the gently hits each side. His pace continues and begins whipping Tom on each side of his shoulder. As his pressure intensifies Tom begins a short grunt with each strike. Where the knots hit his back, Tom soon is developing a red rash. Ivan pulls back and then strikes Toms back with a strong but not abusive strike eliciting a loader groan with each blow as he alternates from side to side in a seemingly random pattern. The red rash now has darker red blotches where he strikes the skin. Tom starts to stand up, but the anal hook prevents him and causes a groan of pain. Reading Tom’s body language he continues until he senses Tom is truly near his limit then goes back to a gentle touch, almost caressing stroke on his back with the flogger. Fuck, seeing this new side of Tom is hot. Ivan motions for me to strike Tom’s ass with the paddle and I step forward and slap each side. Tom doesn’t react and Ivan mouths harder. I strike a bit harder but other than a loud smack, Tom still doesn’t react. Ivan grabs the paddle from me and then whallops each cheek of Tom’s ass hard enough that Tom starts to jump and moan and his ass cheek develops a bright red welt where Ivan struck. Handing it back to me, I try again, while it is stronger than before Ivan is still disappointed and motions for me to really hit harder and at least 3 times. I pull back harder and smack Tom’s ass and I illicit a pleasurable groan. Repeating it twice more then moving to the other side from his ass from his groans I can tell Tom is really enjoying the beating. Ivan then uses the flogger on his ass and it is sufficiently hard that Tom starts to jump which only intensifies the pain from the anal hook. He hits a couple more times on the ass and Toms grunts tone changes from pleasure to discomfort. Ivan stops and then slowly massages Tom’s bright red ass providing a soothing sensation. Ivan hands me the flogger and points to Tom’s back and I tentatively strike him. Ivan gives me a look that I’ve disappointed him, and he motions to strike harder and I do so. I start flogging back and forth on each side of his back when finally, I strike hard enough for a groan that is less pleasure and more pain. After several more strikes and seeing Toms back redden, Ivan motions for me to back down a bit and as Tom squirms his groans become more of a moan of pleasure as I see him relax. Ivan takes the flogger from my hand and sets it and the paddle down. Ivan says in a true session, we’d keep going but he thinks I’ve got the basics. Ivan tells me we are going to turn Tom around now but this next part he just wants me to observe. Ivan releases the chain on the anal hook and pulls it out and tells me to remove the gag for now. As the gag is removed from Tom’s mouth he says, “guys it was just getting good, why did you stop?” Ivan says, it’s just an intro class you can do more later. Ivan then adds, he wants to spend more time on the front of Tom anyway. Ivan tells me just to watch this time. Tom groans, fuck yes. We undo the eyehooks and turn Tom around, reattaching at the wrists tightly. Ivan yanks the clearly precum soaked jock strap off of Tom who still is half chubbed and who is clearly still turned on by the look of his glistening cock slit. We secure his ankles but leave a little slack on the chains. Ivan puts the blindfold back on and then attaches the ball gag. Tom relaxes and takes deep breath while Ivan, who now has two floggers that both look like barbed wire is planning his angle of attack. Seeing panic in my eyes thinking he’s going to torture Tom, Ivan hands it to me to see that it’s leather with stiffened pieces that look like barbs. I’m relieved and Ivan with an evil grin, says, don’t worry, no permanent harm but it will still scratch him up some.

Part 5 – The End (Option 1) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over and expressionless returns and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Good. Come back next Saturday at 10am and I will mark you”. He slaps my arse and asks me to leave. No more kissing, hugging. It is clear the job is done. But I have to admit it was worth it. I return the next weekend and receive my mark. There is not emotion next time, just a professional doing the tattoo. When done, he thanks me for the mark and asks me to leave.

Part 4 – Final Day: I wake up the next morning to Ross already inside me. I am still half asleep as I hear Ross grunting and groaning as he pumps his first load for the day in me. We stay in bed watching tv most of Sunday morning and Ross gives me another load mid-morning before we finally get out of bed. We shower together and get dressed and head out for lunch. We go to a nearby beach and have fish and chips before walking along the beach. Ross has his arm around me or is holding my hands the whole time. We walk along the full length of the beach before getting the end where it becomes bushland. We walk up to what would be considered one of the heads at the end of the beach. Ross drags me off the track just out of view of the track and makes out with me before pulling my pants down. You got it. He has me bent over a log with my shorts around my ankles fucking me. Another guy turns up and is wanking his cock as Ross fucks me. He indicates he wants to fuck me too. Ross says no. “This is my boyfriend mate. Only I fuck him”. The guys asks if he can watch as Ross breeds me and Ross indicates yes. As Ross breeds me the other guys cums all over my back and leaves. Ross wipes it all away keeping it away from my arse. He kisses me and says, “It has to be me, not questions”. We walk back to the car and head home where we get pizza for dinner again. I am conscious the weekend is coming to an end and a bit disappointed. But I know I will get a load off Ross for the next four nights at least. As I am about to leave, Ross pumps one last load in me and slides in the butt plug. “Keep that in ya until tomorrow morning, then you can shower and clean out ready fore tomorrow night”. He kisses me passionately and I leave from my amazing weekend. I keep the plug in until the next morning as instructed and then clean out. The rest of the week involved me going over to Ross’ place and just bending over the couch and taking a load and leaving. Come Friday, I am really bummed that I won’t be getting another load until Sunday and I am missing Ross. TBC…

Part 3 – Day 2 I wake up the next morning around 7am to Ross nibbling my neck and the sensation of his already rock-hard cock nudging the entrance to my hole. I instinctively push my arse backwards in pleasure and his cock pops inside me with ease. He lays there slowly fucking me from behind kissing my neck until he suddenly speeds up and dumps a morning load in me. I roll over and we both begin to make out. It feels like a honeymoon. He wasn’t joking when he said he would treat me like his boyfriend for the weekend. Laying there in his arms we chat about a few innocuous things, and he mentions he goes to the gym at 9am and wants me to join him. We get up and head to the gym and I do a somewhat abbreviated version of his workout while a lot of hotter guys look on. My brain keeps saying “mismatch”. But Ross is not shy in showing affection to me at the gym in front of other guys. After our workout, we head to the showers and Ross insists on sharing one with me. They are separated by shower curtains, but Ross leaves ours half open as we shower for anyone passing to see. We soap each other and I am in a trance as I soap his beautiful body. We are both hard by the end and before we finish, Ross turns me around and bends me over against the wall as the shower is running and slides in with soap and fucks me in the shower. I am unable to see if anyone watches as I am facing the wall, but Ross leaves the curtain only half pulled. I am sure some guys saw/watched. After the gym we go for a late breakfast and again talk about our lives. Ross is either touching my legs or hands almost all the time. At a few points he reminds me of all his seed in me and what we are doing and how well it must be progressing with his DNA inside me. As we leave the restaurant, he tells me to give it one more hour and then I can clean out to keep me prepped. We get home and I do as he tells, and I note that nothing comes out. I have absorbed all of Ross so far, and I feel so honored and proud. We spend the afternoon looking through his tattoo studio and looking at some biohazard tattoo designs. Ross insists on me choosing a design unique to me if we include the number eight. We then head out to a movie after dinner. Not as many people go to the movies now which works in our favor, so we sit up the back and make out. For the first time Ross turns his attention to me, and he sucks me off during the movie. I explode in his mouth quickly as I haven’t cum in days. After I finish Ross then kisses me with my cum and we share my load until it’s all gone. We head home and back to bed for another evening of fucking. Ross dumps another 2 loads in me before we fall asleep the same way as the last night. I am in heaven.

Most public blow job i ever did was late one night after slurping cock at a video booth place and swallowed 2 loads from a couple of guys and then was surprised when a black guy came into the booth with his cock in his hand and came right up to me and started slapping his cock on my face telling me that he watched me swallow cum through the glory hole and laughed saying he was going to cum in my mouth and I'm going to want black jizz all the time after this. Anyway not long after I started working on his fuck stick he splooshed so much jizz in my mouth that I couldn't swallow fast enough and ended up leaving the video place with cum all over my face and headed to the car when I heard a guy calling out to me and saw a guy in a very dark spot in the parking lot and looked like he was stroking his cock and I was still really jacked up from being a dirty cum swallower that I walked over to him and saw his big thick beautiful black cock and forgot about where I was and never thought about getting caught by a col or something and was doing anything and everything to get a second taste of black cum not worrying or trying to hide the fact that I was on my knees with black cock in my mouth right in the open even when I heard guys talking to each other about the slut sucking cock right in the parking lot

I have a top guy I've played with a few times thats really into fisting. He lives a few hours away but comes to my little town for work every few months. We both got off at 3pm and he hit me up. I cleaned out and went to his hotel. We put me on the bed and fucked me a little. Then started working my hole open he worked for a while on seeing how deep he could get and it was feeling so good I actually started stroking my cock a little. Then he made a fist and started pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. I told him I thought I might cum and he said tell him what to do. I said keep going and when I tell you yank your fist out. I hit the poppers a few times and then I felt it. I said now and he yanked out but then pushed back in. I came so hard I was shaking. He said it felt like a vise clamp on his wrist. Next time I told him I want to try it in chastity.

I don't know. I was into fisting and rimming before I saw any fisting and rimming porn

Worse than that, they lure you with the idea they might consider having sex if you hang out with them and provide them the drugs. I don't party so it is easy for me to avoid, so I'm speaking mostly second hand.

Finally hooked up with a lad who I've been chatting to on-and-off for a while now. I was working from home on Friday and he had the day off, so he came over in the afternoon. Looked even better in person than on insta: sleepy eyes, cocksucker lips, skinny with some fur (partway between twink and otter - twotter?). Great kisser (great with his mouth in general - it got everywhere). Swapped spit. Took turns burying our faces in each other's pits. Sat him on my face while he huffed on poppers. Slapping, choking, spanking, a few (light) punches to his stomach. He'd been out enjoying the sun most of the day, so his jock and socks were nice and sweaty - sniffed on the former while he blew me, he kept the latter on but put them in my face while he was on his back and I was balls deep in him. Eventually came in him hard, while he was riding me. Held him there and made out for a bit 'cause I was still rock hard and sensitive. He wasn't too bothered about cumming himself, but cleaned me off with him mouth while I fingered his cummy hole. Chatted for a bit in bed before he left. 10/10, would bang again.

Ya was never overly verbal. Like to demonstrate my interest via my raging hardon - seem to work pretty well to demonstrate interest in breeding. So love my bottoms to be :so: wound up - there is no way we are not gonna fuck... and maybe a little rougher than they'd ideally like.

I prefer on my back and let my legs locked in his waist with my hands clinging tight on his shoulders for the top to seed me deep for that embrace of deep breeding.

16- On the hunt / Alert Connor had woken up late the day after his Gym adventure remembering strange nightmares of humanoid creatures chasing him though a black oily swamp thick with fog, before they dragged him into that oily corruption. he had put it down to a cold or flu coming on he had the normal symptoms brain fog, his muscles had ached and he had sweat through his sheets but he had also been relentlessly horny for some reason, so he did what anyone would do in his situation … he had called in sick and spent the rest of his day flicking between being so horny he couldn’t take it playing with his hole and edging himself while he looked as hook up apps, to feeling shit about himself and ill, doom scrolling his socials trying to feel better. But he couldn’t focus because through it all his mind kept wondering to his hook up at the gym and each time his phone buzzed with a notification his heart would skip a beat hoping it was Gray only to be disappointed when it’s just some time waster just wanting pics. It was close to Dusk when he finally broke the cycle and crawled out of bed, not even bothering to shower and throwing on last night’s cloths that still smelled of sex and sweat before heading out into the world, he found himself walking to the gym as if pulled there by some strange instinct, walking throw the generic franchise space hoping almost needing to see Gray, to submit to him again but the disappointment of him not being there almost like a physical blow. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him as he walked into the cool night air sickness forgotten now just needing to find a fuck, any fuck he had never felt like this before it was like his skin was on fire needing to be touched to feel a dick in his hole. Pulling out his phone Connor quickly brought up a cruising app he barely used and looked for local locations, The ginger man scanned the local entries until a truck stop bathroom further into the factory district caught his eye less than 2 miles away and looked pretty active. He headed off into the night to find some dick to stop his cravings. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Creator moved though the night like a ghost following Gray’s sent trail it knew it had to be discreet, that soon it would be hunted if it wasn’t already, so it and its creations Nick and Nate took back alleys and off roads creeping nearer to their quarry. It took around forty minutes to catch up to the scents source. not to say this whole time had been spent hunting this quarry. The creators DNA demanded to be spread far and wide and a few opportunities to do so had wandered into there path. The first has been a homeless guy old, weathered and dishevelled searching a dumpster in a back ally. caught completely unaware of their presence he had not even time to shout in alarm as he was pulled from foul container and the three descended on him, cloths ripped off exposing his dirty pale skin. He would have protested at his only cloths being destroyed but he was already choking on Nates massive cock unable to say anything as the shadowy creature looming over him fucked his mouth while he struggled to breath the ally around them now pulsing with toxic green light. Nick held the old mans kicking legs while he licked and sucked their hardening dick, allowing the creator access to his hole. The initial thrust was brutal and took a moment for the old man to register what had happened, he tried to scream but quickly passed out from the onslaught of the jack hammer fuck the creator applied. a quick efficient depositing of toxic DNA it doubted much would come of this one but it still deserved to be perfected. The whole ordeal took only two minutes from initial surprise to flooding his intestines and mouth with toxic cum … they left him writhing in a pool of the corrupt black venom leaking from his destroyed ass. The second had been them stumbling across a young brunette Twink while they blew their customer an older man with a paunch and a bad blond toupee, in an abandoned buildings rear parking lot. The Twink was on his knees by the side of a car distracted by the dick in their mouth, the older mans head thrown back moaning eyes closed. They were easy to approach unnoticed, any sound they made masque by the man’s moaning and the faint music coming from the cars open door. Within only a few short seconds were both pushed against the cars body, with corrupted cocks deep inside their holes. They had both screamed at the savage entry, but the Twink adapted to the change quickly, moaning and thrusting back into his own destruction, the creator and smiled as it unloaded a torrent of poison into the young man’s insides. knowing he would take the DNA well sensing he was already carrying a lesser strain of its perfected corruption, it had no way of knowing what this would do but it knew it would be interesting. Both men were left slumped in the car change taking them as the pack moved away, the creator spared another look and a feral snarl of satisfaction back at the smaller man the transformation ripping through him much faster than any of his other creations. That had been fifteen minutes prior, the creator knew the young one would now be up and hunting, and by the end of the night it knew many more would be brought under its sway. It could sense them all around it few now but quickly multiplying, toxic beacons flickering into existence as their humanity burned away. It stopped focusing on the growing numbers of its species and looked across a large dirt lot full of motorbikes and trucks, at a young muscular man in gym gear who bore the scent of the one who had escaped from it. the Creator parsed the scent billowing from the overheated man and smiled as it smelled its own corruption wafting from the man weak so, so weak but there all the same. Unaware he was being watched from the darkness Connor nervously walked into a squat brutalist building that reeked of stale piss, cum and sex. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The data retrieval analyst gulped as he walking into the dark office of his superior clutching black tablet like it was a shield that could ward off the wraith man he had to see, who was currently leaning back in an expensive chair polished shoes on his desk, the only scant illumination in the room a faintly glowing monitor and the lit cigarette between his lips. he went to speak stuttering over his words as the shadowy man’s eye’s locked on to his “s..s..sir we have some concerning reports and… and alerts coming from um emergency services around the uh ..Gentech buildings area sir” a long few seconds passed but felt to him like an eternity, as his superior draw on the cigarette making it the ember at the end glow dazzling bright in the dark room, before it dulled and was pulled away a cloud of smoke blowen into the crisp airconditioned room, a languid southern drawl dripped from their lips the normally warm tones somehow icy cold “what kind of lerts we talkin bout?” The analyst turned the tablet around and pressed play, various clips of calls to police ambulance and fire service echoed in the quite room, talk of strange grey men or creatures attacking people and medical emergencies …. until a southern voice said “enough” “I was told that buildin were locked up good ‘n’ tight … so I hope you aint tellin me some of our experiments have gone a wonderin ” “that would be the conclusion that I would come to sir but its um …worse than that …” the analyst fell silent at the look of rage facing him “how much worse we talkin?” “um first responders have gone missing sir and um so …there has also been a major incident at the local hospital involving an unknown pathogen” The southern man let out a steam of curses as he stood and loomed over his polished glass desk crushing his cigarette into it before pushing a hidden button for an intercom “Vince get me the damn board on the line we have an issue” he looked up at the analyst with steel cold eyes “you fur fucksake boy stop shaking an get me all that info now!, continue data gathering protocols 'n' try get me a perimeter of the affected area” The analyst ran from the dark off as his boss continued to curse and shout behind him. It was going to be a long night....

Spent this last weekend at the gay campground. Theme was leather and despite the threat of rain just about every camp site was taken. Various themes and parties occurred during the day and at night the sponsors of the event hosted a play party. Throughout the weekend, I managed fuck 7 guys and take the loads of three others. Had a great time, minimal attitude and most were down with playing. The sponsors did a fantastic job of organizing and running the event.

"Shut the fuck up, faggot, I'm about to breed your cunt."

Part two I had better get home I said. No you are not going anywhere wired as you are. you can come home with me until you have sobered up. But I dont know you, well we can see about that cant we ! Uncle Stan had a BMW, I sparked up, cool car I said my dad will get me one like that one day. Hey I just realised I dont even know your name, Ollie. Ollie the cheeky chappy he said. What are you going to do about your gf my niece ? Oh she is boring I will dump her. I sat in the front smoking I did not even ask permission. I sat back with my legs slightly apart relaxing as I enjoyed my smoke. As he started the ignition Uncle Stan moved his hand on to the inside of my leg ! Again I did nothing. You like that too eh. I did not reply but moved my legs further apart. Before he pulled away he let his hand drift up to my crotch and then he squeezed my cock which had gone rock hard. I did not know this guy yet here I was in his car letting him feel my crotch and then he was handling my dick. Gone hard I see. Again I said nothing. His hand stayed on my leg while we drove. Is this as fast as it goes I said. Hell no its very quick. Show me I dared him. We moved onto a duel carriageway Uncle Stan was wired too, so he floored the accelerator and we shot off. I put the radio on and found some pulsing music. Faster I shouted he looked at me and with almost a demonic smile accelerated faster. We were both wired and wild as I started thumping the dashboard. We shot past cars I was high and loving it, my dick was getting even harder with this thrill ride. It was like a psychedelic tunnel with all the car lights in front of me merging into one. I wanted to go even faster. Then the end of the carriageway came in sight so he slowed down. Ah fuck I as enjoying that I said. Your a proper punk and spoiled brat aren't you but your dead cute and he squeezed my leg again. When I am older and can drive I will drive fast not like you. Well you won't be driving long then and he laughed, I was not sure what he found so amusing. How old are you anyway he asked and for the first time I looked at him to take in what he looked like. He wasn't that attractive and had a bit of a pot belly. I am eighteen I said. You look younger with your curly blonde hair. I hate it I said, I want it all off. I want to be like those guys in the porn mags in leather. So you have looked at gay porn then. Just looked that's all I said guiltily. Anyway how old are you? Forty-five he replied. Ok cool. So you like leather he asked as he squeezed my leg again. Fuck yea. Well we will have to see what you look like when you try on my leather. You have leather, yea a lot of the guys I know are into leather, we have leather parties. Fuck cool I replied. Maybe you can come to one? Me? yea. Fuck cool. We pulled up outside his house which was detached and quite a tall building. Ok come inside and make yourself comfortable. I laid on the sofa with my arms outstretched and lit another cig, he did the same. You want a drink? Yea vodka , please , yea please. Neat? yea neat. Hey Stan have you got any more coke? I think you have had enough but while your still wired why dont we finish off what we started in the shed. Your cock you mean ? Yea. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock, massage it with your mouth. Gross I replied.Have you tried it? No so how do you know. I dont know why but I took his cock in my mouth and he started fucking it. I choked, he laughed and said you will get used to it, yea I could I thought. Now before I cum I want you to relax so that we can try something else. Oh yea like what I said sarcastically. My dick was rock hard he took it in his mouth. Then after a few minutes he left the room and came back with two shot glasses. Is that more vodka, no something to make you relax. He sat there next to me with his dick out and I was semi naked too. I drank the liquid without a question I felt him get on top of me, his dick was hard and I could feel him pushing his dick against my hole i began to feel warm inside and relaxed from the drink. It felt so warm in here, I could just about make out that he was in me my vision started to blur and then nothing. I had passed out.

My name is Tonny and I just graduated from College. I am young slim and short for my age around 5’5’’ and about 130 lbs. My dad is italian and he’s completly covered of hairs but somehow the gene for pilosity didn’t transfer to me. I am completely hairless. During the summer , i worked at my uncle’s farm and I got a nice tan like I am caramel looking with my blond and blue eyes. Because the work at the farm was hard labor I started to have some muscule mass on me making me more tone. I loved wearing some tight shirt so that we could see my small pecs sticking out or my small biceps bulgings in my shirt. But during that summer my uncle was always going out for business trip with his wife for finding new tractors or other farming equipement to better harvest the corn in his field. Thus my uncle gave me the whole place to myself to take care of and there was a lot of work to be done for his return. So during the day i was tasked to help put the food for the cows and sweeping all the barn and cleaning all behind of cows and horses. The smell of farm shit didn’t bother me much but the remove the smell on you after a hard day you needed to take like 3 showers. But it was a nice job for the summer and my uncle paid me well for the work. After i was done sweeping the barn it was time for me to get inside the house to get the souper ready. While i was preheating the oven for my pizza, i felt this urge to go on my phone and check up grindr or others social media apps to check whos out there next to the farm. The farm was very far from the city and had only 2 neighboor few miles aways. So the chances to meet up a guy on grindr would be slimmed. Never the less i started to scroll and ended up on this profile with no picture just Daddy Leather. The small profile said that hes a real dom daddy willing to pop his sub’s cherry. I was intrigued about this popping cherry thing as it has been a very long time i havent been fucked. So i messaged him and told him i was able to host in my uncles farm. He immediately texted back saying that he always loved fucking farm boy and even fooling around in the hay in a barn. The idea of making a mess in the barn that i just cleaned up did bother me a bit but the idea of being fucked in a big space area and get dirty could be fun. I gave the address of my location and he told me he would be there around 30 minutes. Meanwhile i went out to the shower and started to douche my hole to make sure i was clean up everywhere. As soon i was out of the shower i could hear a big truck coming down the road with his loud rock and roll music. As soon he parked his car he got out and was walking toward the barn as the house was situation just behind it. I am guessing he thought i was still inside the barn working. So i got dress up fast and went out to greet him. And i couldnt belive my eyes when i saw him up close he was a real muscular daddy that you only see in porn movie. He was very large frame and from the opening his his dress shirt i was able to see a nice hairy chest. He was wearing short sleeve dress shirt and could see some nice sleeve tattooes on both arms. I welcomed him to my farm and told him that my room is just behind the barn he wanted to get in. He so of made a wink that he wanted to check out the inside of the barn as he mentionned before that he always wanted to fool around in the hay. I was like ok let's show him what I have there. The barn was a big open area where the horses were locked on the left side and on the right there were all the tools and some big ball of hay stacked on top of each other. Next to it there were the big bath of water that i use to help clean up the floor and to give to the horses to drink. The floor however was covered with this layers of muds and other animals by product giving a nice smell of farm animal and hay. He started to massage my sholders as we are walking inside the barn and he was really impress by what was available. I asked him what he had in mind and he told me that for a long time he has been on the hunt to find his next sub son for him to train and raise as his own flesh and blood. He told me that his dad this when he was younger and now he wants to keep the family tradition. That when he started to look more serious and he came right in front of me and because he was much taller than me my eye level were at his hairy chest and as he was so close i could smell this man smell of sweat. He looked into my eyes and told me point blank that he is the dad now and that i have to obey him as for the consequence would be a hard spanking. I told him that i would be willing to listen to him and obey his commands. He asked me to remove his dress shirt by 1 botton by one and from there i was able to see his entire chest and it was a nice hairy chest with some nice abs definition. But the most stricking from all of that was this biohazard tattoo he had on him. It was there near his belly button on plain sight for me to see. He looked at me with a grin on his face saying that tonight he will keep the family tradition. I wasnt sure by what he was refering too. Slowly but surely we were getting undress and we started to rub our body against one and other . The barn didnt have any air cooling system to it was real hot and humid so we were already started to sweat. He was starting to jerk off a bit and saw that his cock kept getting bigger and longer at each stroke. He told me that he had a 9 inch and i had no choice to take it all up. That when he grabbed real tight and pushed on top of one of ball of hay. I was surprised how strong he was and fast. He removed my underwear and started to lick my hole. I was still able to see his dick and it was real hard and big. He flipped me over and spit on my hole and told me to get ready to be fuck like a real good son. I told him that i wanted to play safe as i just met the guy and he told me that i shouldnt worry for that now. He started to rub his cock over my ass and his chest was rubbing all his hairy pecs on my back. Our sweat made the hole glide very easy. And then with the tip of his dick started to push against my anus and my hole started to open up slowly. I could feel that he wanted just to fuck me right now and there and in one hip trust he got his big dick down my hole. I screamed to how big it was. He didnt stop for me to take a breath as he just held me down with his arms wrapped around my neck and chest so that i dont run away. I kept telling him that i didnt want to fuck bareback and i wanted to play with a condom. He kept saying that’s how real men fuck and how his dad used to fuck him when he was younger and now hes passing the torch to his next son , me. He kept fucking me in and out with big hip mouvement and the dick was going deep inside my guts where i could feel it up in my throat. He was really fucking me rough and hard. As he is fucking me he saying how much hes proud of me his son to take his daddys big cock like a pro and that for my good behavior he would give me the gift of brotherhood and also some extra. He is announcing me that hes poz high viral. As soon he says that i start panicking as i dont want to get poz. I try to push away but my daddy with his arm wrapped around my neck pinnes me down and fucks me even harder.

Part 4 I was alone in the apartment. Grandpa left to chase a hookup so I had time to myself. I was looking forward find out what else he had to teach about gay life but at this point the timing was appropriate. His lessons, along with his brazen prankster behavior, put me at my limit for shenanigans. My penis almost went in his mouth, his penis almost went in my mouth, and he rammed his boner against my butthole right before leaving. I knew he was just joking around with me, but that last one hurt a little. I stuck a finger in my ass and massaged my hole. It was still a little sore from his tip trying to push in. I’m sure my virgin ass worked to my advantage to keep him out but what if he had managed to penetrate? Holy shit! That would mean I would have almost lost my virginity to… my grandpa. That is absolutely not a story I’d want to tell any future boyfriend. Well he was with a hookup so that should calm down his pent up energy. I decided to remain naked since I was alone. Trying some of that free lifestyle he talked about. I cleaned the place up bit. I cleaned the dishes from breakfast and picked up some clothes laying about. It was the least I could do. Help with the house work as I stayed there. It was probably a half hours worth of cleaning up when I took a break. I thought about ways to occupy myself. Naturally since I stayed nude in the house, my thoughts went to my dick. I still haven’t gone off this morning so I figured I would try to blow off some steam. I went to the bedroom and laid down in bed. There was plenty more room since I was there alone. I was playing with my dick when I felt my balls touch something wet. I looked down and saw there was a white puddle on the sheets. That must have been where grandpa came earlier this morning. Oh goodness, I shouldn’t touch that. I moved up a little bit, getting my balls out of his spunk. I looked up some porn on my phone while playing with myself, stroking myself to erection. As I was scrolling through different types of websites, I saw some videos of guys using dildos. It looked pretty fun, and I had never used one before. That’s when I remembered grandpa Lewis telling me that there were drawers filled with them. The thought of using his sex toys seemed weird to me. But he wasn’t here so I figured it would be fine as long as I put it back where I found it. I went over to the dresser and pulled up in the first drawer. Oh wow! There were so many different things. There were dildos of all shapes sizes and colors. There were butt plugs and things that looked like balls on a string. And a few other toys that I couldn’t really describe very well nor could I comprehend what they were used for. I picked out a tan colored one. One that was probably about the size of my dick erect. I found a bottle of lube as well and I got back on the bed. I lubed up my dick and my ass. I played with my hole with one hand and my dick in the other. I wondered if I could get that thing to fit in me. After what felt like maybe five or 10 minutes of fingering. I grabbed the dildo and applied a generous amount of lube on it. I pointed the tip towards my ass and tried guiding it in. It required quite a bit more force than I imagined but as my hole started opening up it hurt. I took a break from it for a minute then tried it again. Then took another break. I kept going back-and-forth like that, pressing the dildo tip against my ass, trying to work it in. Periodically adding more lube to it with every other attempt. It was more difficult than I thought. I didn’t know how long I was attempting for. It felt like a long time. Eventually I managed to work the tip in. The rubber head popping in past my ring. I held it there for a minute rubbing my dick as my ass relaxed on it. I worked it slowly up inside me. After the pain and discomfort subsided. It started to feel good. So I started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. Slowly at first then I found a good rhythm. I must have fucked myself like that for a while. Stroking my dick and plunging my ass. My prostate was getting hit too and I was leaking hard. It felt amazing and I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm. I jammed the dildo in deep. It hurt a little but the pleasure outweighed the pain by a long shot. I was stroking fast and gasped. My cum shot up in the air and covered my belly, several ribbons worth. I laid there catching my breath. Dildo still firmly inside me. That’s when I heard the front door open. “Kenny, I’m back.” Grandpa was home. In a panic I pulled the dildo out. It was still covered in lube and juice. I threw it in the drawer and quickly wiped myself off with a pair of grandpa’s underwear from the floor. That’s when the bedroom door opened. “There you are! What have you been up to?” “Oh! Just tidying up.” “I can see that. Doing laundry? Or were you having fun with my briefs?” I was still holding them. “No, just laundry.” He took the underwear out of my hand and looked at it. “Hm? I guess at some point I blew a load on this. I don’t remember that though. Oh well these days I forget half the places I dump my sludge.” He put it up to his face and started licking the cum off of the underwear. I thought to myself ‘No! No! Grandpa don’t! That’s you’re grandson’s cum you’re eating!’ But I kept a straight face and pretended like nothing was wrong. “Mmh that’s an unusually sweet load. My cum normally has a strong bitter savory flavor.” He finished licking the underwear in front of me then tossed it aside. “So Kenny boy. How’s about you get dressed? We’re gonna go to a gay fetish store down on Pike street. Another kinkster from my social circle works there. Sound fun?” “Yeah! That sounds great.” I was excited to go to a gay shop. I’ve never been to one. And getting out of the apartment seemed like a good way to avoid any more of these close calls. I threw some clothes on. Grandpa threw on some sweatpants and a tank top and sandals. Obviously he didn’t feel like dressing up much for going out. The place he wanted to take me wasn’t very far. Only a few blocks away. I took in the sights of the city while I could. Everything looked big and busy. It was a shop called Doghouse Leathers. Inside I was impressed with the vast variety of clothing and adult toys on the shelves. So many things that I didn’t know what they were used for. The guy at the counter was an older bear wearing a black leather vest with no shirt on. He looked up at us and immediately recognized grandpa Lewis. “Mr. Lewis! How are you doing? And who is this pretty new thing you have with you?“ “This is my grandson Kenny. My real grandson. You remember. I mentioned him once or twice.“ “Oh! This is the one. Like, actual real family grandson. I guess your visit is going to be pretty tame this time. Showing him the sights?“ “Yes I am. Kenny boy here is gay as well and I wanted to show him his first gay store. Maybe some of the things here will catch his interest.“ “Aw, that is sweet of you to chaperone him around for his first time at a fetish store. I’m flattered it’s mine. Well you guys take your time and help yourselves to try out anything you like. I will be here if you need my assistance.“ “Will do.“ he guided me through the shop, showing me various outfits, underwear, and contraptions. He was informing me on all of their uses and the wild kinks that went along with them. There were so many things that guys were into that I didn’t even know existed. Water sports, pup play, chastity, electro shock, rim chairs, tickle brushes, floggers. I almost felt my head spin over trying to keep up with so many different things. I just let grandpa go on and on while I just smiled and nodded at everything he was telling me. It was all so much, but I was enjoying myself. He asked me if I wanted to try on anything. He was looking towards the leather harnesses and gimp masks. Those were all too advanced for me. I looked at some specialty underwear that looked pretty cool. One had a zipper that started at the top of the crotch and went all the way down and up to the top of the butt. Grandpa saw me looking at that one and he grabbed it off the rack. “Here try this one on. You’d look great in it.” “Are you sure? It’s not too revealing?” “Of course not. It’s practically European. Come, let’s get you fitted. I want to try on some things too.” He took me to the changing rooms in the back. It was basically a corner with a curtain. He got in with me. “Okay strip.” “Do you have to be in here with me? I can do it myself.” “But I like helping you. Are you really going to be shy in a place like this?” He had a point. And we did spend a lot of the day nude together. His hands were already getting my clothes off. First my shirt then may pants came down. I bent over to get my shoes off when I felt something warm against my butt. “What’s that?” “Just my cock, don’t worry about it. The changing room is small and you practically backed up into it. What are you trying to do? Gobble it up with your ass?” “I’m just getting my clothes off.” “Then do it.” He punctuated his demand by thrusting forward. His tip hit my hole. I was still lubed up and stretched from the dildo earlier so when he thrusted forward my ring opened up and hugged his tip, half of his head was poking in. But his head was much wider then the dildo so it still hurt a little. “Ow, that hurts. You should take it away.” I whispered. Trying not to alert anyone to what was going on. “What’s going on down there? You’re ass is very sloppy and not as tight as it was previously. I’m almost inside you. Tell me the truth young man.” He held his dick there. I was quickly working off my shoes and socks to get the rest of my pants off. “I-I played with one of your dildos, I’m sorry.” “Oh is that right? Well I did say you could play with them anytime. I thought you might have had a trick of your own when I was emptying my balls. But you should have told me. Look what you did. Do you want my cock inside you?” He pressed forward more. My ass opening up more around his head. “No! Please take it out!” “Relax it’s not inside you. This is just a kiss. You’re still very much a virgin. What an outrageous thought, me deflowering you. He he he.” That’s when the curtain opened. The leather bear from the front register was looking at us. Me bent over and my grandfather with his dick nearly penetrating me. “Anything I can help you with?” He unzipped his leather pants and pulled his cock out. It was fat and he had a biohazard tattoo right above his shaft. He was stroking it, getting it hard and he moved it closer to me. “We’re fine Bruce. I was just helping Kenny try on some underwear.” Bruce wagged his dick a few times. It was erect now. He looked down at my ass and what was poking at it. “I see. Let me know if I can offer anything.” He didn’t put his dick away but he backed off and closed the curtain again. I was alone with grandpa Lewis. I got all my clothes off and stood up. His dick left my ass and I grabbed the underwear to try them on. “Just a moment. Help me put on my item.” He asked. “What did you get?” Grandpa held up a black butt plug. “He said we could try anything. How about you push this up in me?” “Why me?” “Because you should see how it works. Plugs are a little different then dildos.” He put the plug in my hand and turned around. He spread his ass apart and revealed his hole to me. It was wet and puckering towards me. He clearly had action down there when he had his hookup. “Go on. Put it up in me.” I put a hand on his ass and aimed the plus towards his hole. I didn’t know how much pressure to apply but it went in him easily enough. As it past the widest part his hole clamped down on it with a wet quenching sound. “Awww yeah. That’s it. See? Easy enough.” He stood up and faced me. I was now pulling up the underwear and straightening the waist band. “Yeah it wasn’t too hard. Should we be doing this grandpa? Isn’t it kinda [banned word]?” “Do you dislike spending time with me?” “No not at all!” “Did you dislike putting the plug up my ass?” “Um, it wasn’t bad. It was okay.” “Then what’s the problem? We’re just having fun. And I love teasing you.” “I guess your right. I’ve been having fun too. But your teasing does get pretty extreme sometimes.” “I know, that makes it more fun. Those look nice on you. Turn around let me see that bubble butt.” I spun around and showed them off. I did like the look of them. “Let’s see if the zipper works.” He reached around and undid the zipper. My dick popped out and he kept pulling it down and up the other side, revealing my ass. “Yup those work good… just a sec. Hold still.” I held still with my back towards him I heard a moist popping sound and then a forceful push against my own ass. Something went up inside me. “Grandpa what is that?!” He pushed and it popped up in me. “Just the butt plug. You seem to like toys in your ass and you are well lubed up so might as well.” “Grandpa that was in your ass!” “Now it’s in yours. It’s basically the same as sharing a Coke. Leave it in.” He zipped me back up. The plug firmly planted in me. His ass juices were probably mixing in with mine. “Come on, get dressed. It’s time to head out.” This was crazy. I had something that was inside him, up inside me. We both got dressed and wandered toward the register. As I walked the plug felt weird. Almost like it was going to fall out. But it’s shape wouldn’t allow that. We got to the register and the leather bear still had his dick out. “Just the underwear?” He asked. “And a butt plug.” “Okay come around the counter, I’ll need to scan it.” I walked around to where he was. He bent me over the counter and pulled my pants down looking for the tag. “Ah, it’s on the inside.” He reached for the zipper and unzipped it all the way to the back. “Here we go. I’ll need to type it in. Nice ass.” He put a hand on my back and leaned over me, his cock pointed at my ass. He started typing something in the register. “No funny business now Bruce.” Grandpa seemed a little apprehensive. “Just gonna put these numbers in” Bruce swung his hips back and slammed forward. I slammed into the counter. “What? Oh! Theres the plug. Cheeky bastard.” The plug obviously stopped his dick from penetrating me. I guess now it didn’t seem so bad. “Just ring is up you horny fucker. I knew you’d try that. Kenny boy here is a virgin and I don’t plan on throwing him to the sharks yet.” Bruce took the price gun and scanned the bar code on the base of the plug poking out my ass. Grandpa payed for the two items and I zipped myself up. We walked around down town for a while. He showed me cruising spots and places to eat. All the while I was walking around with a plug up inside me. We spent quite some time in town until it got late. Before heading home grandpa had one last place to show me. We were on Summit Avenue and saw a discrete building. “This is Steamworks Kenny. It’s a gay bathhouse where men come to hook up with each other. It may be a little advanced for you for now but I will take you here when you’re ready.” “Really? I had no idea a place like this existed.” “It’s not meant to be heavily advertised. A lot of the men here like discretion.” I looked at the building for a while. Then grandpa took me by the hand and we walked back home in the dark. When we got back grandpa immediately threw off his clothes and let it all hang out again. he loved being naked. He took me by the hand and brought me to the bedroom where he proceeded to take my clothes off as well. “Today was fun grandpa. Thanks for taking me out.“ “It was my pleasure Kenny boy. Get on the bed for me, I want to inspect that plug up inside you.” I now had all my clothes off. Even the new underwear were thrown aside. I got on the bed and lay down I was rubbing the plug inside me wondering if I should take it out yet. “It’s been in there for quite a while grandpa.“ He got on the bed with me and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, his hips almost met with my ass. “This is a very awkward position grandpa.” “I can better inspect you this way.“ He grabbed the plug and started thrusting it in an out of me. It was causing my dick to get hard. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that.“ “Yeah you’re right, you don’t need this anymore.” Grandpa pulled the plug out of my ass and started sucking on it. “Mmm, sweet.” “Isn’t that dirty?“ “Nope, you’re clean inside. This is just your sweet love juices. Well yours and some of mine.” His dick was resting on my butt hole. I could feel it getting hard. “Grandpa I think you should move your dick.” Grandpa put the plug down and wrapped his hands around my thighs. He moved his hips forward, his cock head pressing up against my ass. My hole easily opening up and wrapping around his tip. “Whatever you say Kenny boy.“ “No! That’s gonna go in!” Grandpa pulled his dick away and let go of my legs. “How was I supposed to know that? You should be more specific.“ I sat up. “You like to push your jokes far. But we can’t actually do that. That would be… incest. Wouldn’t it?” “Hey, a hole is a hole. If it feels good, you should just let it happen.“ “But, you have…” “AIDS, I know. But that doesn’t change how good my cock would feel in your virgin ass.“ I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. I sat there in silence looking away, sensing my discomfort he change the subject. “Since you know I like to hook up, and I’ve shown you some of the ropes around here. I think tomorrow I’m going to have one of my tricks come over. He and I are going to play around here. You don’t have to stay and watch, but it would be a great lesson for you. A visceral demonstration on how to properly fuck, and some more kink demonstrations too.” “Oh, uh, I guess that would be interesting to see.” Could I really watch my grandfather fuck somebody? Wouldn’t that be as awkward and uncomfortable as walking in on your parents having sex? But grandpa Lewis wasn’t a parent. He was technically my grandparent, but he’s so carefree and sex positive. My thoughts went back-and-forth on it being weird and it being an interesting learning experience. Mostly leaning towards the learning experience. “Well it’s getting late. Time for bed I say.” It was late and I was pretty tired from the day. I looked around to find some pajamas to wear. But grandpa stopped me. “No need for those, we can sleep in the nude. We walk around the house naked. We can sleep naked as well.“ I guess that was true. I was a little concerned about his dick rubbing up against my bare ass in the middle of the night. But if it got too frisky, I could always just move to the couch. “Yeah, alright.” We got ready for bed and got under the covers. Grandpa was sitting up looking at our position, contemplating. “Okay last night was a little cramped so let’s try something different. How about you lay down on the bed and I’ll just rest on top of you.” “Wouldn’t that be kinda smothering?” “Hey now. I’m no fat. Well I have a bit of a belly here but I’m fairly light for my size. Just get into position. This will save space.” I laid down as instructed. I wasn’t too sure how this was going to work. Grandpa crawled on top of me, and laid down. His head rested on my back. I felt his cock rest between my cheeks. He wasn’t very heavy but it was still a weird position. “Are you comfy like that?” I asked. “Oh yes Kenny. You’re very warm. And your bubble butt is very cushy.” We got comfy and tried going to sleep. Grandpa managed to fall asleep faster then me. I heard him snore quite a bit. The weight of him laying down on my felt like it wouldn’t allow me to fall asleep but I tried. I eventually started nodding off. Waking up here and there in the first part of the night. I couldn’t help but think of his dick between my cheeks. But I managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to something poking me. Grandpa was snoring still and he had another hard on. It felt uncomfortable so I tried to wiggle around a bit. It wasn’t working well since both our bodies were pressed against each other. The only thing I could reach was my ass. His dick was so hard it hurt as it jabbed my butt cheek. I may have been slender but my ass was pretty round so there was a lot for his dick to poke against. I thought about my options and the only thing I could come up with was grabbing my ass and spreading it. I did and grandpa’s dick stopped poking my cheek and slipped down to poke at my hole. It wasn’t ideal but my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. I allowed myself to fall back asleep like that. My dreams were nondescript. I couldn’t make heads or tales of anything. But through out my dreams I had a strange feeling on my ass. The feeling grew more intense as I dreamt away. Then the feeling went painful. That’s when I woke up. It was still night but my ass was hurting. Grandpa was still on top of me snoring away. But it felt like his dick slipped its head into me. I could feel my hole stretched open and it hurt. I may have had practice with his dildo earlier but there’s no way I was ready for some thing of his size. Now that I think of it, it was probably a bad idea to practice stretching my hole with that dildo earlier in the day, and more so not good to have had a plug in me the latter half of the day. Otherwise his dick might not have gotten inside of me so easily. I was still. I didn’t know how to correct the situation. I didn’t want to wake him to find his dick inside me. That would have been too embarrassing. The longer I laid still the more his dick slowly sank in. Eventually it stopped sinking. It felt like half its length was in me. ‘Oh god, hes inside me! Am I losing my virginity like this? No, this doesn’t count. He’s not awake and he’s not actually fucking me. This is just an accidental slip. What do I do? This is bad.’ No matter what, I couldn’t think of anything for my predicament. The only thing that could possibly work is if I just went back to sleep and if he woke up first in the morning he’d realize he slipped in and pull out on his own. Hopefully he’d avoid mentioning it to me. I closed my eyes and focused on sleep. It was hard. And not just dick in my ass hard. But I managed. My ass relaxed and grew accustomed to the fleshy intruder and I fell asleep again. My consciousness faded in and out. That in-between state of sleeping and waking was over me as I was trying to stay asleep. I dreamt that I was having a hard time keeping my balance. I felt like my hips were being rocked back and forth. A weird pressure sensation in my ass as my hips moved back and forth. When I partially awoke, the bed was shaking up and down a little and my body shaking with it. The source of the movement felt like it was centralized around my butt. I was too drowsy to recognize what was going on, and I drifted back off to sleep. It was early in the morning by the time I woke up. My my eyes slowly opened up, looking around the room. To my dismay grandpa was still asleep on top of me. He was still snoring and I felt drool coming out of his mouth and running down my shoulder. But more importantly, his dick was still inside of me. It was hard to believe that it stayed like that inside of me all night. It had to have gotten soft at some point. It must’ve been morning wood? I kept still, pretending to be asleep, waiting for grandpa to wake up and pull out of me. Periodically his dick would twitch inside, keeping me very aware if it’s presence in me. Grandpa wasn’t waking up yet so I tried wiggling my ass, hoping it would gently shake him awake. His snoring stopped and he started moving around. I went back to pretending to be asleep. He propped his hands on the bed and stretched, arching his back and driving his hips down as he yawned. The stretch caused his hips to drive his cock deep down in my ass. Almost full length sinking in. I merely gasped. I tried my best not to respond to it. It felt so intense having the thing go so deep in me. “Oh, what’s this?” He whispered to himself looking down at where his tool was located. He patted my shoulder gently to see if I was awake. I maintained the act. I wanted him to pull out so he could act like everything was normal in the morning. But he didn’t pull out yet. Instead he started gently moving his hips up and down. What?! Why’s he doing that?! His movement was subtle but consistent. There’s no way he’s actually fucking me. He wouldn’t. This has to be his attempt at gently wiggle his cock out of me without waking me. I was sure that was the case, so I laid there letting grandpa do his thing. The sensation of his cock wiggling around inside me was stimulating my prostate. I didn’t want it to feel good but my body betrayed me. It felt good wither I wanted it or not. I thought to myself ‘sorry for sorta enjoying it grandpa’ it seems like he was having a hard time pulling out so I slowly tried spreading my legs a little without him noticing. Giving him easier access to maneuver. I wanted him to succeed in his efforts. I thought ‘That’s right grandpa. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll try to make it as easy as possible for you to accomplish what it is you were trying to do.’ His breathing started to get a little labored. I guess attempting to wiggle out of me was physically demanding for him. Especially with all of his attempts to do it as gently as possible without ‘disturbing’ me. Then his hips started raising up. His cock was exiting my ass. ‘Great, just a little bit more.’ He stopped with the head of his cock still inside me. Then he grabbed his shaft and started stroking it fast. I thought ‘that’s a weird way to pull it out’ he kept stroking for a while and his body started trembling. I heard him whisper very quietly “yeah that’s a big AIDS cock in there. Gonna shoot it. Gonna shoot my AIDS load….” What? Did I hear that right? His words were barely audible. His cock was repeatedly twitching and I felt his head expanding in me. No way. He wouldn’t be trying to ejaculate. That’s really dangerous! At this point, pretending to be asleep wasn’t an option anymore. My only other choice was to fake waking up and get him to pull out. He kept stroking his cock with the head lodged in me as I thought to myself. ‘What would I say? Wouldn’t it be fairly awkward afterwards? Aren’t I technically no longer a virgin anymore? I need to do it now, wake up and ask him to get off…‘ But my thoughts were interrupted as grandpa started to softly grunt…

turn on for me. Tells others how used i am and tells me how used a fellow bottoms is.

From the little brother, Braden: I cough, holding a vape in my hand and let out a cloud of smoke as I look up at my brother and his friend. Seeing Ryan rock hard in his shorts like that makes my dick jump and ass tingle. I’ve wanted his cock for years and I never expected I’d walk in on him like I did today! And to know now, for sure, that he’s a total cock-slut makes me love him even more. I stand up, naked, and walk over to them. Offering the pen to my brother’s friend. Me – Damn bro, he’s hot! Ryan – No shit Braden! Get on your knees and show us how helpful you can be. Smiling at my brother, I immediately drop down to my knees. Undoing his shorts, they drop to the ground and his cock is already bulging in his boxer briefs. I press my lips to his bulge and breath in the heavy musky scent. It makes me melt. As I pull down his boxer briefs, I see his beautiful 9-inch uncut cock, already dripping with precum and slowly lifting itself upward to my mouth. I close my eyes and take it in, sliding his cock past my lips, I relax my throat and eagerly take his cock to the base. Then pulling up, I suck every inch of his rock hard cock with my tongue and lips. Ryan – Goddamn Braden, you fucking slut! How’s that feel, Marc? Marc puts his hands on my head and starts to slowly fuck my face. I moan into his cock, letting him and my brother know how much I’m enjoying this. Marc – Fuck dude, your little bro’s mouth feels fuckin’ amazing….maybe even better than yours! Ryan – Damn bro, you’re a natural born cocksucker! That, or you’ve had a fuck-ton of practice being a faggot….. or both!? I look up at my brother with this delicious cock in my mouth, moaning more. I nod just a bit and he knows the answer is both. As I run my tongue along this throbbing dick, I feel a series of bumps on the side. This guy must fuck around a lot if he’s coming over here like this. Makes me wonder how wild my brother really is! I keep sucking as he shoves his cock harder into my throat and then pulls his glistening dick out and slaps it across my face. I can taste so much precum as well as feel it smear on my cheek. Marc – Get on the bed, faggot! I don’t hesitate. I stand up as Marc takes his shirt off. I admire his sleeve of tattoos and the few that he has on his chest, abs and side, all of them seem to direct your attention right to his beautiful dick. I get on my brother’s bed, on all fours. Marc steps behind me and my brother comes to the side. I moan as I feel Marc slide a finger into me, then two. Ryan – Nice right! He’s got such a wet hole right now! Marc – Laughing – Fuck, reminds me of the first time I fucked you, slut! I smile up at my brother as I lick my lips and let out a soft moan. Marc pulls his fingers out and I watch my brother lick them, as if he knew that was exactly what Marc wanted him to do. His cock slaps my ass Marc – You want this, slut? Me – Fuck yes, please. Please fuck me! I look up at my brother as I feel Marc line his dick up to my hole and push. I moan out as I relax and let his raw dick push into me. He’s big, but the head slides in without a problem, as if that invited him to quickly shove in the rest of his thick cock, going balls deep! I groan as he pushes me forward and my brother stokes his cock in front of my face. Moaning, I put my open mouth on my brother’s dick and taste the precum he has dripping from his beautiful cut cock. Ryan – Holy fuck yeah bro, take that dick! You look fucking amazing like this! Marc isn’t much of a talker. He slides his cock in and out of my hole, making me moan as he opens me up and runs his hands down my back….I can feel his nails scratching the lower part of my back and then – SMACK – he slaps my ass hard as he slams into my hole. I let out a yelp and moan more as I squeeze his dick with my ass, milking his slick cock as it jams in and out of my fuck hole. Marc’s breathing speeds up as he slams his dick all the way in and out. Suddenly he just pulls all the way out and I feel so empty except for my brother’s dick in my mouth. Marc – Fuck I’m getting close. Get over here dude. I know what you want. Ryan slides his dick out of my mouth and I whimper for feeling so empty. I turn as he walks around behind me, rolling over onto my back. I lift up my legs, opening my ass to Marc as he stands between us. We look right into each other’s eyes as Ryan immediately starts to push his dick into my hole. We moan together as Ryan bottoms out in me and Marc pushes his throbbing cock into my brother. Me – Fuckkkk yes bro….oh my god you feel so good! I drop my head back as they both start to fuck. Marc fucking my brother and Ryan fucking me. I’ve dreamed of this for years! Ryan – Oh my god yes, fuck me! Fucking use my ass Marc. Mmmmm I want it! Me – Hell yeah….fucking take that dick Ry…you look so good getting fucked on top of me! I run my hands over Ryan’s chest and shoulders…both of us are starting to drip with sweat and I’m sure our moaning fills the whole house. I lose track of how long we’re like this, my whole body feeling the bliss of finally having sex with my big brother. Marc – oh shit…I’m so close dude. Fuck…you want me to breed your slut ass in front of your little bro? Ryan – FUCK YES! Please, do it. I… I looked right at my brother as I saw him moaning in ecstasy as his buddy pumped harder into him. I could tell he wanted to say more but cut himself off and just moaned. Suddenly Marc rammed his cock into Ryan harder than I’ve ever seen, making Ryan yelp. Marc held still inside my brother and then they both let out a long groan. I could feel Ryan’s cock start throbbing in me as he pumped his load balls deep into me. That alone sent me over the edge and my cock erupted hands free, covering my abs and chest in cum, two shots hitting me right on the face. I let my breath go. Everything felt absolutely perfect. My brother and his fuck buddy collapsed onto me as we fell into a sweaty, cummy heap on my brother’s bed.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

Part 9 - Secrets and Revelations Conrad sat in the greenhouse on the phone with Joshua he loved hearing his voice, the soft velvet tone that shrouded and cuddled his soul, making him feel special and wanted he was desperate to see him. Picturing Joshua staring in to his eyes constantly telling him how special and lucky he should feel being with him, his funny joke of owning him and how no other man could ever come close to what they shared. He was not wrong and Conrad's placid and very impressionable nature readily accepting every word that came out of Joshua's mouth. A bewitching spell that fell on him from high above slowly but ever so surely taking Conrad over, clouding his perception and only seeing how wonderful and lucky he was. "I will be home soon" Joshua said "then you will be mine again Conrad, in my arms and only I will matter". Conrad sighed in agreement "I miss you so much, miss touching you, miss you making me feel good" he replied. "I know you do Conrad, you make me feel really good and you need me" Joshua said in his teasing voice. "Need to be in bed with you Josh" Conrad replied desperate for his affection and approval. Joshua chuckled "I will fuck you senseless I have months of pent up desire waiting just for you" he said. "Stop it" Conrad replied in a dreamy voice "it is like I can already touch and feel you" he said sighing "need to be with you Josh". "Soon bairn" Joshua said very slowly "real soon. I have to go, remember your mine Conrad all mine". Joshua hung up from the call waiting for Charlie to get back from the shop before boarding the ship. He was extremely happy the way things were going with Conrad, he knew the time to strike was coming with Conrad waiting in anticipation for his return. The weekends of nothing but sex with loving dominating words he showered on him had got inside Conrad's head, impressionable, now susceptible like putty that was now malleable in his hands. Joshua went over to Charlie to help with the shopping bag all smiles and feeling on top of the world. Several nights that week when either Conrad or Simon felt down they were drawn together taking solace with in each other, sometimes sexing the sadness out of their bodies or just sitting cosied up in the lounge talking. No matter what he did or how busy he tried to keep himself everything just reminded him of Jack. The week after Jack's funeral Conrad walked out of the manor with the wheel barrow trying to whistle and thinking of Joshua, his body and that sexy face, he belonged to him and was the only one that mattered in Joshua's life. He started tending the flower beds outside the manor tidying them up then working his way down number 10, 8, 6, 4 and 2. he crossed over and started on number 1 then moved along to number 3. Annoyed that one of the flowers that Jack had planted had been slightly crushed when the new family moved in. He went home and dug up a healthy one from his own flower bed transplanting it to the bed outside number 3. He was oblivious to the owner coming out and walking across the dive towards him. "Morning, so you are the mysterious person who looks after the flower bed along the curbs?" Felicity asked. Conrad jumped a little "Morning" he said standing up "yes they all have hibiscus flowers" he replied. Felicity nodded "I am Felicity Emir we moved in just over a week ago" she said holding her hand out. "Conrad" he said shaking her hand "I live at number 8 with my parents". "Oh the twins right?" Felicity asked, Conrad nodded "horrible day apparently when we moved in" she said. Conrad nodded again "Jack's funeral" he managed to say "he was the gardener up at the manor". "So sad" she said "and you have taken over doing this from him?" Felicity asked. "Have done this for years with Jack" Conrad replied "he got me in to gardening when I was 7". "How wonderful" Felicity said smiling at him "sorry about the one that got crushed". Conrad looked at the plant in his wheelbarrow feeling a strong emotion taking over him "Yeah, kind of crushed just like me". Conrad apologised and rushed off back to the manor trying to control his emotion. Jamal watched him from the bedroom window having been in another argument with his mother over finding work but frankly he couldn't be bothered and still raged at being moved from Guildford to this place stuck in the middle of nowhere. Although his interest in the area suddenly perked up seeing the guy gardening out front, just my type to fuck he thought to himself grinning then paying attention to rolling up his spliff for later. Amused since his mother thought she got rid of it all before they moved but he kept a stash safely hidden away finding a discreet spot by number 1 where he could hide and smoke it. Jamal sat there watching the world go by, except very little went by the gated community. He sat up spotting the guy coming back out from the manor and heading to number 5 and busied himself with the flower bed. Jamal hid his freshly rolled joint and put on his jacket, he had heard the rumours of the previous gardener being gay when his mother spoke with family at number 4 across the road. Jamal casually walked out the house telling his mother he was going to say hello to the guy doing the flowers, her response was for him to be nice and not to aggravate him. She knew her son and his above normal privileged upbringing resulted in a lack of manners or obedience, his father didn't help and Jamal could do no wrong in his eyes being his pride and joy. He walked towards Conrad who looked in a world of his own going around weeding the digging over the flower bed. "Hello oik" Jamal said standing there "nice to see the low life help working as they should". Conrad turned to look at him fuming "What did you call me?" he asked standing up gripping the fork tight. Jamal smirked with his cocky arrogant look "Oik" he repeated again staring at Conrad. "Ah right, so you lack any manners I see" Conrad replied disconnecting from any further conversation. Jamal laughed "Silly little oik" he said moving closer "you need to learn your place in society". Jamal wrestled the fork out of his hand and threw Conrad to the ground placing one foot over his chest laughing and holding him down in humiliation. Conrad grabbed at his foot twisting and pushing trying to get it off only to find the pressure increase. "Learn your place oik" Jamal sneered chuckling at him "the more you fight the harder I press". Conrad grimaced "Get your foot off of me" he shouted at him. "Not until you appreciate how superior I am to you" Jamal emphasied his words clearly pressing down again. "I am warning you" Conrad shouted at him again trying to move Jamal's foot. Felix the butler came rushing out of the manor sprinting down the street like a superhero, despite the placid appearance he was a burly 6 foot late 40's man and doubled up as Simon's bodyguard. Jamal looked up hearing the footsteps approaching very quickly, he cried out falling two feet back from the force of the push Felix issued knocking him flat on his back almost winding him. Felix helped a shaking Conrad up to his feet who had anger in his eyes and tried calming Conrad down just as Simon arrived. "What happened Felix?" Simon asked coming to a stop. "He had Conrad on the floor standing on his chest" Felix said nodding to Jamal who was slowly sitting up. Simon went over to Conrad "Are you okay, did he hurt you?" he asked. "I'm fine" Conrad replied brushing the chest of his coat to remove the footprint. Simon walked over to Jamal and offered his hand to help him stand up, no sooner was he on his feet he crumpled back down receiving a back handed slap from Simon. Simon leant over "Don't ever touch him again do you hear me?" he said angrily. "My father will hear of this and he will sue you" Jamal replied taking a video of the blood on his face. Simon grabbed the phone and smashed it "Don't threaten me or you might just disappear one night". "I will have you" Jamal replied threatening Simon and wiping his face scampering backwards. Simon laughed at him "Bring it on" he teased "but I warn you now you will lose". "I am so sorry" Felicity called out running down the drive "get inside now" she shouted at Jamal. Jamal stood up and looked at his mother "Don't tell me what to do" he said huffing and walking off. "Conrad are you alright" Felicity asked watching him nod "god I am so sorry, he is out of control, I don't know what to do with him". Simon could tell she was at wits end with him "He is rebelling against us moving here" she explained. "Well he can make up for it and do some of hard gardening tasks around the manor under Conrad" Simon suggested. Felicity nodded "Dam right he can, when do you want him?" she asked without even questioning them. Simon smiled "Tomorrow morning at 8am, Felix here will keep an eye on him". "He needs discipline" Felix chipped in "I will break him in" he said. Simon chuckled "Ex army he knows discipline" he said "I will send him here to collect your son". Felicity nodded "Thank you and I am sorry" she repeated "just don't pay him and check him for drugs when he arrives". "Are you sure?" Simon asked and Felicity nodded "Felix you have got your work cut out with him". "You think Sir, easy as squeezing lemons" Felix said confidently escorting Conrad back to the manor. Conrad spent the night at the manor paying more attention to Felix than usual having never really engaging in conversation with him before he was intrigued and asked a lot of questions to Simon about him. The following morning Jamal was fetched by Felix and once inside the gates of the manor he had him stood outside up against the wall and strip searched him in humiliation whilst Conrad watched from the bedroom window chuckling at how angry Jamal looked at his treatment. "Are you sure about this Simon?" Conrad asked a little concerned. Simon walked over and laughed at the sight of Jamal in his underwear outside "Yes" he replied. Conrad turned to him "Nasty public school boy" he said facing Jamal again "quite sexy in a way". Simon agreed and laughed "I will protect you Conrad be assured, Felix will as well". Jamal was sat in the greenhouse with Felix standing guard "Morning Felix" Conrad said arriving. "Morning Conrad, he is all yours and has been briefed, call if you need me" Felix said disappearing. Jamal sat there looking at Conrad "Fucking oik" he said turning to face away. "And a good morning to you" Conrad replied ignoring his remark "helipad needs trimming" he said. Conrad put shears down in front of Jamal "I could stab you with them" Jamal said looking at Conrad. Conrad picked up some pruning scissors "You got two minutes to get there and start" he said walking out. Jamal sat there for a moment "Fuck" he said picking the shears up "where is it then?" he shouted at Conrad. Conrad pointed to the far side of the grounds "Over there" he said turning to watch Jamal plodding over. "Quicker" Conrad shouted stifling his giggle whilst also still very weary of Jamal's attitude and keeping a distance between them. He smiled standing there watching Jamal for a good hour whilst he trimmed the long grass around the helipad, Jamal was slow and obviously detested what his mother had done to him as a result of his behaviour. Despite the chill in the air the day turned out to be a crisp and clear with plenty of sunshine. Felix walked down to the helipad every hour checking on Jamal's progress. When he turned to leave he told Conrad to come up to the manor at 1pm for lunch and bring thing with him. Conrad fond it funny that Felix only referred to Jamal as Thing and said he will only use his real name when he earns the respect to be called by it. At 12.45pm Conrad walked over to Jamal and told him it was lunchtime but first he had to clean the shears. Jamal did as he was told and Conrad inspected them nodding, Jamal looked like he wanted to engage in conversation but Conrad was in no mind to talk to him instead telling him to follow him to the manor kitchen. Felix had put soup and a sandwich on the table in the kitchen for Conrad and gave Jamal beef broth and bread sitting him on a stool in the utility room. Jamal protested that he couldn't treat him that way but Felix ignored him and poured a nice warming cup of coffee for Conrad. The housekeeper Beth walked in to the utility room and laughed seeing Jamal sat there and came back in to the kitchen and kissed Felix on the cheek, Conrad noticed they both wore wedding rings figuring they must be married. "Do you not think this is a bit harsh?" Conrad asked in a hushed voice. Felix grinned "Not after what he did to you" he replied "he will learn to be respectful". "Felix can I ask are you and Beth married?" Conrad spoke tentatively putting his spoon down. "Yes" Felix replied "and Simon helped Beth get residency here in the UK and this job". Conrad nodded "I didn't realise he was nice that way" he said. Felix sat down "Simon has his flaws but I would do anything to protect him for what he has done for us". "I see. I hope he is starting to like me a bit more rather than tolerating me" Conrad said laughing. Felix chuckled "Simon likes you more than you think. Have to admit I never pegged you down as being gay". Conrad chuckled "Same here, everyone said it was because I spent so long with Jack" he replied. "How stupid people are" Felix said "Knowing Jack I don't know how he managed to wait so patiently before having you in the greenhouse". Conrad looked at him in surprise "How the frig do you know that?" he asked. Felix chuckled "It is my job to know everything" he replied "The flower bed was the funniest one". "You saw that as well?" Conrad now sat there looking embarrassed. "Yeah had to watch it twice to believe it" Felix said laughing "sure you know there are security cameras all over the place". Conrad shook his head "That is how Simon knew" he said looking down as his soup "I wish he was still here". Felix smiled "I know, we all miss him Conrad" he said patting his shoulder. They sat and had a very interesting conversation where Felix let slip that he was also protecting him as the people in Simon's lives were important to him. He made Conrad laugh when he told the story of Jack whittling on about Conrad this and Conrad that until he stuffed a bread roll in his mouth to shut him up one lunchtime, he finished off telling Conrad that when he was only 9 Jack already talked about you being the son he would never had. "My god" Conrad said standing up "need to get thing back to work" he said chuckling. Felix stood up "Beth and I like you being around Conrad, Simon does as well" he said. Felix walked over to the utility room "Wash your bowl up then back to work" he barked at Jamal. Conrad chuckled "Hate to get on the wrong side of you" he said, Beth chuckled turning to look at Conrad. "I should teach you some self defence young man" Felix said "It will help you should you need it". Jamal said very little to Conrad over the next few days and was set jobs to do that no one else liked doing, sweeping the terraces and picking out weeds that sporadically appeared on the gravelled courtyard at the front of the manor. Felix had him cleaning the numerous satin coated kitchen cupboards removing all the finger print marks until they shined like new. Felix started giving Conrad some self defence lessons, including nasty tricks to get out of situations by kneeing his opponent in the balls if given the chance. When Felix was satisfied on the third day Jamal was allowed to sit at the table in the kitchen but not to speak to anyone. Slowly but surely Jamal was learning that with a little more respect he was given more in return, from more breaks during the day to eating the same food that Conrad was being given for lunch by Beth. Conrad never expected that working for Simon would mean having more freedom around the manor and provided with food when ever he wanted it, he was fast becoming more and more part of Hibiscus manor life. Simon even made sure that Conrad had time to spend several hours studying in the kitchen after setting Jamal some jobs to do. He was revising for the final written exam. The studying taking his mind off Jack and at the weekend Conrad went out regular as clockwork to tend the flower beds along Hibiscus drive. Jamal weeding the courtyard again kept looking down the drive, nearly every single house he went to the owners came out and chatted to him giving him coffee and biscuits or the odd bottle of wine as a thank you. Happily Conrad looked down the road at the flower beds that were beginning to flourish again with more daylight ensuing each day. Conrad returned to the manor and greenhouse pulling his book out of the bag along with a bottle of water he sat studying waiting for Jama to finish on the courtyard. Jamal approached the greenhouse watching Conrad for a moment before walking in. He sat down opposite Conrad who looked up at him "Have you finished?" he asked. He studied Conrad for a moment "You think this is funny?" Jamal asked. Conrad looked up then went back to his book "I asked if you had finished?" he said again. "Are you bent like that old gardener was?" Jamal asked watching Conrad look up "did you fuck with him?". Conrad sat there in silence "You don't look like a poof" Jamal continued teasing him "you like cock up you?". Jamal was getting irate being ignored by him "Well, answer me shirt tail lifter" he said angrily now. Conrad packed his stuff away and stood up walking out in silence "Fucking arsehole" Jamal called after him. Jamal sat there fuming and bolted up running through the grounds to find Conrad and catching up with him just before he reached his home. What got him angry more than anything was how Conrad completely ignored him and was in no way bothered or concerned. Conrad heard the rapid thump of the feet running towards him and stopped turning coming face to face with Jamal. "You may be boarding school toff but in real life you are nothing" Conrad said walking up the drive to the front door. Jamal looked at him "Yeah well..." he was stumped for words "I'm not an oik" he called after him. Conrad simply turned and smiled closing the front door "Fuck you" Jamal said under his breath going home. In truth Jamal actually was growing to like Conrad, he could see how clever Conrad was and knew his stuff about the gardens, it was the way he ignored every insult that he found amusing. Jamal sat on the window ledge of his bedroom looking over at number 8, he watched for almost an hour listening to music until he saw Conrad's parents leave in their car. Putting his coat on he went out avoiding his mother and walked across the road up to number 8. He rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed an eternity until Conrad opened the door dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Seeing Jamal standing there he closed the door "Wait" Jamal said "please" he pleaded to him. Conrad opened the door "What, you now want to insult me on my doorstep?" he said very calmly looking at Jamal. "Can you help me learn this?" Jamal asked "I know you don't owe me anything for what I did or have said to you". Conrad looked down shaking his head "Nice try but not good enough" he replied moving to close the door. "I'm sorry Conrad" Jamal spoke with urgency "sorry for hurting you and your feelings about the gardener". Conrad spoke quietly "Jack, his name was Jack. He was well loved along this road for years". "I am very sorry" Jamal said and Conrad could hear some sincerity "will you tell me about him?" he asked. Conrad opened the door "Why would you be interested in him?" he asked looking slightly perplexed. Jamal shrugged his shoulders "I want to understand Jack, you talk a lot about him to people at the manor" he replied. Conrad looked considering him for a moment "Is it too late to get to know you as well?" Jamal asked. "Depends if your going to continue insulting me" Conrad replied looking at him. Jamal shook his head "No, I am sorry. I took my anger out on you for my family moving here" he explained. Conrad opened the door and invited Jamal in. Spending the entire afternoon drinking coffee and chatting where Jamal listened to the story of how he met Jack and his natural love for horticulture rubbed off on him leading to this career choice. Of course he left the details of his real cause of death out and the fact where Jamal had sat in the greenhouse was where Jack would passionately assault him. It was a slow burn since Conrad didn't trust Jamal one bit for the moment. The following day he spent a lovely day up at the manor gardening with no Jamal around Simon came out and helped or tried to, he chatted away to Conrad enjoying the friendship that was building between them. As usual he was invited for dinner and Conrad graciously accepted knowing how much Simon missed Jack and his witty back chat. Monday morning Conrad sat his final exam he had given Felix instructions for Jamal to use shears and cut the grass by the flower beds outside the manor gates. He didn't protest and worked tirelessly making a pretty decent job. On Tuesday morning Conrad came out of his house and find Jamal standing there at the bottom of the drive waiting for him. "Morning" Jamal called out watching Conrad walking down the drive "how was your exam?" he asked. Conrad grinned "I am impressed that you pay attention sometimes" he quipped "hard but think I did okay". "So are you finished college now?" Jamal asked trying to make conversation. Conrad glanced at him "Yes unless I flunk the exam then I have to study again" he replied. Jamal looked at Conrad "Your smart, you will pass" he said confidently "me I am just a useless no hoper". "I would go more spoilt privileged brat to be honest" Conrad replied causing Jamal to stop walking. "Thanks for that" Jamal said sarcastically "your right though. How rich is he?" he asked looking at the manor. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Rich enough to make people disappear" he said chuckling. Jamal smiled "You are quite funny and decent" he said "you never answered my question the other day?". Conrad opened the gate to the manor "What question?" he asked looking at Jamal wondering if he was referring to him being gay. "If you would teach me about gardening" Jamal replied looking serious. Conrad chuckled and closed the gate "To start with it is called horticulture". Felix kept an eye on Jamal reporting back to Simon that Conrad was now teaching him to look after the kitchen garden. Indeed their friendship grew gradually and now Jamal was spending most days up the manor, dropping his obnoxious exterior and actually turned out to be a really polite and well mannered lad, even Felix started showing him a little more respect. Conrad was putting all his energy in to looking after the gardens, Jamal had a day off that Simon forced upon him that last Friday in February. Conrad sat in the greenhouse alone thinking of Charlie and Joshua who were due to sail back in to Portsmouth on Monday, he was so looking forward to seeing them both. It was four weeks since Jack died and he had become emotionally stronger yet still found himself talking away to Jack like he was still sat next to him in the greenhouse shedding a few tears. Jamal turned out to be a nice distraction and from appearance looked like he was now enjoying spending time with Conrad being taught the intricacies of horticulture, he was totally astonished when Conrad checked the acidity of the soil never realising how much science was involved. Conrad picked a few flowers that looked perfect and packed up early afternoon, Simon and he were going to see Jack and lay some fresh flowers and see the tombstone that Jack had designed. "Ready to go?" Simon asked standing at the door. "Yes" Conrad replied picking up the flowers. Simon handed Conrad a hefty envelope that looked all official "This is for you from Jack's solicitor a little business to take care of first". "Oh" Conrad looked at it and put the flowers down. Opening the large envelope it contained a copy of Jack's will and letter from the solicitor, inside was a separate envelope that he put down on the work bench and read the solicitor's letter aloud "Dear Mr Grayson, pursuant to the last will and testament made by Jack Openshaw and witnessed by Mr Simon Burge, Mr Raheem Mohammed Jazeer and endorsed by Clegg & Simpson Solicitors on the 4th day of December 2017 we hereby fulfil the deceased instruction. The envelope marked 'property' contains the title deeds to Jack Openshaw's property in your name along with numerous other instruction detailed in the attached copy of the will highlighted for your perusal". Conrad looked at Simon holding back the tears and picked up the copy of the will finding the section highlighted "To my dearest friend who I watched grow up, Conrad Grayson. I leave you my house in Alton to do with as you wish. The entire collection of horticulture books and tools currently held by Simon Burge for safekeeping are also left to you. My solicitor is holding a £1.4 million trust fund that will be released to Conrad Grayson to purchase any house on Hibiscus Drive when one comes available, or to be paid in full after 5 years irrelevant. Adam Prestley has been left a sum of money for you should you decide to honour me in a way only you should know by now. It is my way to thank you for bringing much colour and vigour to my life over the years that I was lucky enough to know you and watch you grow". Conrad shed a tear and wiped his eyes. "Wow" he said looking at Simon "I never expected anything from him having given me so much already". Simon sat down next to him and smiled "There is a codicil to the will that I made him add" he said. Conrad looked at him "That is an amendment is it not?" he asked folding the document up. "Yes, you need to sign this to activate the trust fund" Simon said handing him a document. Conrad shifted uncomfortably in his seat reading the document "Why is it done like this?" he asked. Simon handed him a pen "It stops anyone trying to freeze the assets, paper trails you know" he said. "Sounds dodgey, I guess you mean Jack's family" Conrad said hovering over the document with the pen. "A little" Simon chuckled "it protects everything he left to you" he said watching Conrad sign. "I don't understand much of this and probably don't want to" Conrad said nervously. Simon stood up "At least put some trust in me Conrad to look out for you" he said. Conrad watched Simon placing the document in the envelope and suggesting they drop it off before visiting Jack. Conrad stood and kissed Simon on the cheek and picked up the hibiscus flowers for Jack's grave. He didn't dwell or think on what Jack had left him and after dropping the envelope off they walked up the grave where the tombstone had now been placed. Conrad saw the cupid with A, hibiscus flower with C and a scorpion in the middle engraved at the top. Wiping his eyes he laid the flowers down and spoke to Jack in private for a few minutes before Simon came over and spent a few minutes saying some words, he turned and walked back to Conrad. "I have a letter for you at home from Jack" Simon said putting his arm around Conrad. "A letter?" he asked "why now are you telling me?" Conrad looked confused at him. Simon turned to him "I was instructed to give it to you one month from his passing" he explained. Conrad nodded "I see". "It is for you to read in private that is all I know" Simon said opening the door to the limousine. Conrad was pleased that emotionally he had held it together despite the emptiness left by Jack. He was handed the letter that was still firmly sealed and went home to his bedroom almost too afraid to read it. His mother had told him that Charlie had called and confirmed they would be docking on Monday and home on Wednesday. It was just the tonic he needed to cheer him up right now. He felt the envelope and there was something hard inside, slowly he undid it and pulled out the hand written letter, a separate sealed envelope and a key secured to a gold chain fell out. The letter was dated a week after Conrad was diagnosed. "To my loving friend Conrad, this will be hard for you to read since it would be one month from leaving you. I had to think carefully about writing this so not to cause you to much worry or concern and what I am about to tell you must go no further, especially to Simon or anyone close to you. That much you must promise me Conrad and keep this secret. The day you was diagnosed with HIV you had a very high viral load, you will probably understand that what happened next was unethical but I paid the consultant to analyse the virus in your blood, he is an old school friend of mine so it paved the way a little. Simon's strain is definitely in your blood but it is not the dominant strain of virus. It might be hard for you comprehend but you will understand when the time is right why I got your blood analysed. You were already infected before Simon got to you, I know you had sex with Moham but he is very careful and definitely not carrying HIV. Unless there were others you elected not to tell me about the only other person I know of would be Joshua, I saw a slow change in you since you started delving in to bed with this person and I can't help worrying what his motive is but tread carefully and never sign anything over to him. I have instructed Simon to take care of you Conrad, you may not want or be happy about that but it is the least I can do to make sure you are protected and never go without. Simon has grown fond of you even though he may not have shown it over the years he took great pleasure in watching you grow up around the manor, always remember that no matter what lies ahead you can always and must turn to Simon. There is one last thing that I kept secret from everyone and I am leaving it to Adam and you, Simon always paid well and gave big bonuses (I mean big!) and I never spent any of it except to buy my house in Alton that I left to you, instead I took the cash out and placed it in a locked box in the greenhouse. That way the paper trail goes dry as to where the money went, Simon is so loaded with money he has no idea what to do with it. You should have the key which is in the envelope, it is hidden under the third flagstone to the left of the entrance. Take the box and the enclosed letter to Simon he will sort the rest out for you. I trust you Conrad, destroy this letter and never mention it again. Simon is there for you and if you need any affirmation you can turn to Adam he will be willing to help if the time comes. Please take care of yourself and I will be waiting for you, Jack". Conrad sat looking at the letter, parts of it made no sense failing to understand what Jack was actually writing about in places. The last few words he wrote brought tears to his eyes, how he missed the sexy man looking him in the eyes assaulting his arse with that devious but loving grin on his face that Conrad enjoyed looking at. He wiped his eyes knowing that Jack had pin pointed who infected him, it was all making sense why Joshua had apologised for accidentally ejaculating inside him the first time. What was weirder was since that night Joshua never made an attempt to put a condom on. Jack was right and the letter was controversial, he took it downstairs and walked through the kitchen where his mother and father sat talking over some document, he spotted the image of two kangaroos at the top of one letter before Eddie shuffled the papers putting them away. "What are you up to Con?" Eddie asked. Conrad looked at his father trying to discreetly put the documents away "Matches" he said "I need some matches". Jody looked sternly at him "I hope your not smoking weird stuff like that Jamal" she said standing up. "No" Conrad replied looking shocked "give me some credit" he said "I need to burn this letter". Eddie held out his hand "Let me have a read" he said. Conrad chuckled "Err sorry no, it is private from Jack and I need to destroy it" he said. "All very cloak and daggers" his father said noticing Conrad looking at the documents under his arm. "Here you go" Jody said handing him the box of matches. Conrad walked outside to the bottom of the garden to one of the flower beds and dug a small hole. He read the letter one last time using his phones torch. He smiled knowing that only having sex with four men so far he could discount two which left Simon and Joshua, both strains in his body. he crumpled up the letter placing it in the hole then lit it watching it burn completely then covering it with soil. He sat there on the damp grass unable to believe that Joshua had infected him, weather accidentally or deliberately he would need to find out. Conrad chuckled and stood up 'devious bastards all of them' he said smiling and walking back to the house. Walking in to the kitchen his parents still sat at the family table deep in conversation. Conrad sat down with them "I need to tell you both about Jack" he said getting their attention. Eddie sat back and studied him for a moment "Did he... I mean did he touch you when you were younger?". "Jesus no" Conrad replied looking shocked "no, he left me some things in his will". Eddie completely changed and relaxed and Conrad knew his father must had worried about that for a long time after coming out to them. He sat and explained about the house in Alton and also the trust fund that was set up for him to buy any house on Hibiscus drive when one became available. "You could have brought number 3" Eddie said "if you had known before today". "So how much is in that trust then, I mean houses around here go for just under £900k" Eddie asked. Conrad looked at them both "£1.4 million and either way after five years the money is mine" he said. "Hell Conrad" Jody said looking at him "so that means in five years you get all that money?" she asked. Conrad nodded "If no houses come on the market then yes" he replied "the solicitors hold the trust fund". Sometimes you think you know what is going on in life, the three of them sat there in a very awkward silence for a moment, Eddie looked at Jody then Conrad, Jody looked at Conrad then back to Eddie and nodded. Conrad's father pushed the documents he had under his arm forward his hand resting on them. Eddie looked at his wife then Conrad "Conrad I have been offered a job in Australia" he said. "I see" he replied not looking to shocked "I wondered how long it would be" he said "is it close to gramps?" Conrad asked. "Yes" Eddie confirmed "we wanted to speak to you both before making a decision" he said. "You can come with us" his mother said before he could say anything. "No" Conrad replied and smiled "my life is here" he said "Simon wants me to take over from Jack". Eddie looked at him "Like a job?" he asked. Conrad smiled "Yes, £50k a year working the gardens of the manor" he confirmed. "Wow" Eddie said smiling and nodding "you certainly have got yourself sorted out Con, good for you". Jody held Conrad's hand "Darling this is happening quickly, we would need to be in Australia in 2 weeks". "So have you made up your mind?" Conrad asked looking at them both. "Nearly" his father confirmed "we needed to find out if we could get visas and they came through today". "We wanted to give you boys the option of coming with us so we had visas approved for you both" Jody told him. Conrad looked a little down "You have raised us and kind of done your job, you should do what is right for you both" he said. Eddie looked at him "We will have to sell this house though to buy a place in Perth" he said sounding sad. Conrad smiled "So sell it to me" he said looking at them both "that way it remains in the family". Jody looked at Eddie "This is happening then" she said then looked at Conrad "you sure you won't come?". "No" Conrad replied "I can visit you anytime out there" he said "what about Charlie? he asked. Jody nodded "He is going to finish his navy training then transfer to the Royal Australian Navy". Conrad looked saddened "He is going with you then" he said. "Yes" Eddie confirmed "but it won't be for a few years he still has to finish training". "I know that is going to be hard on you" Jody said holding Conrad's hand tighter. Conrad nodded "Yes but we are grown up now we need to follow our hearts" he said smiling at them. Eddie looked over at Conrad "So you seriously want to buy this house?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad replied quickly "how much do you need to buy a place?" he asked. "Gramps has put a deposit down on a 5 bedroom place just north of Perth about £400k I guess". Conrad looked at his father "I will buy it for £1 million it will help you get started over there". Monday morning Conrad called the solicitors and put the wheels in motion and told Simon of his parents plan whilst Jamal was outside cleaning the pool terrace. Simon felt sorry for Conrad hearing that his twin was also going to move to Australia, at the same time though he was hardly here what with the training. "Are you sure you are okay with this Conrad?" Simon asked looking concerned. He smiled and nodded "Yes, well I think so it will be lonely in the house" he admitted. Simon smiled "You can have Jack's room here if you want, just say the word" he offered. Conrad looked a little upset "I can't sleep in that bed" he said looking horrified "it holds to many memories". "I can get it replaced quickly" Simon said allaying his fear "even decorate it if you want". Conrad sat quietly for a moment "You seriously don't mind?" he asked. "No it is more a question if you forgive me enough to stay here when you want" Simon said sincerely. Conrad chuckled "I will never forgive you Simon" he replied "I like you and like being around you". Simon smiled "Good enough" he said calling Beth in and asking her to replace the bed in Conrad's room. Charlie was finding it hard to keep up with everything that had gone on when he arrived home to much celebration and a delayed Christmas. Joshua had gone home to Newcastle and was coming down at the weekend since they were back in training the following Monday. Thursday morning Conrad grabbed Charlie and took him up to the manor, he had been given permission to show Charlie around where he now worked. Charlie though was more interested in seeing this Jamal or Jam as Conrad referred to him as but was no where to be seen since Simon banned him from coming up whilst Conrad showed Charlie around. For the second time in his life Charlie met Simon and was invited in for lunch with them leaving shortly afterwards to visit his girlfriend. Conrad scratched his neck rubbing his fingers over the gold chain remembering the key. "I have something to do Simon" Conrad said lifting the chain and key over his head. Simon looked confused "What is that for?" he asked nodding to the key. "Jack left me a box hidden in the greenhouse that I have to give to you" Conrad said standing up. They both walked across the gardens to the greenhouse where Conrad counted three flagstones to the left and felt it give slightly. Simon helped him lift it up and retrieve a large metallic box that was quite heavy. Conrad sat down and used the key to open the lock and lift the lid. sheet covered the contents and there was a letter addressed to Simon that Conrad handed to him. Simon opened and read the letter quietly whilst Conrad lifted the sheet off to reveal bundles of £50 notes. "Dam" Conrad said looking at the numerous bundles of money "What is it all for?" he asked Simon. Simon put the letter down "Jack's instruction is a 50/50 split between Adam and yourself" he said. Conrad kept looking at it "Come on let's get this up to the manor" Simon said standing up. They walked back to the manor carrying the box where Conrad left Simon to deal with it heading back down to the greenhouse and filling in the hole left by the box replacing the flagstone securely. He returned back to the manor and completed some documents with Simon who joked that Jack was shrewd enough to move the money to avoid any death duties. In all there was half a million pound placed in an off shore account for Conrad and the same for Adam. Conrad sat down reeling at the amounts involved that Jack had left to him. "I have to fly to Monaco this weekend Conrad to deposit the money" Simon said looking up at him. Conrad chuckled "I don't want to know Simon, the less I know the better" he said. Simon laughed "Very wise, stay at the manor if you want Felix and Beth can look after you" he offered. "That's very kind of you Simon but Josh is coming down this weekend and we stay in a hotel" Conrad explained. "No" Simon said almost too abruptly then changing his tone "nonsense stay here, I trust you" Simon said kindly. Conrad smiled and walked round the desk sitting on Simon's lap and kissing him on the cheek "Thank you". Simon stroked his face "You know I use to fuck Jack over my desk" he said winking at Conrad. "Really?" Conrad asked "with all these things on it" he said. Simon laughed "Yes, he always picked them up after we finished" he replied staring at Conrad. Conrad laughed realising he was being moved on to the desk "Oh fuck" he giggled. Friday Conrad sat in the greenhouse close to Jamal showing him how to take a cutting from the hibiscus and potting it on to grow and new plant. They spent several hours creating a whole new batch of cuttings to grow and Jamal was enjoying himself for once happily talking away and revealing what life was like at his all boys boarding school. Conrad looked over at him "Is it true what they say about boarding school?" he asked. Jamal knew what he was getting at but played him a little "What is that?" he asked back looking at him. "You know" Conrad said hinting "is it like prison?" he now asked. Jamal laughed "Kind of" he replied potting another cutting "you mean fucking?" he asked looking at Conrad. "I suppose that is what I mean, does it really go on?" Conrad asked turning in his seat to face him. "Yes" Jamal replied "loads of blow and hand jobs go on constantly" he said. Conrad chuckled "I bet you were a good sucker" he said ducking when Jamal threw a handful of dirt in his way. "Cheeky little oik" Jamal snapped at him "you know what happens to oik's in boarding school" he teased. "No and don't call me that" Conrad replied unable to stop grinning at their playfulness "well?" he asked. Jamal made a ring with his thumb and finger "They end up lose down below from too much cock" he said smirking at Conrad. Conrad threw a handful of compost at Jamal "So are you lose then?" he asked laughing. Jamal "Dirty oik" he said chuckling then looked at Conrad "did you ever do it with the gardener?". Conrad stopped laughing and looked at him "What makes you think I am gay?" he asked in a shocked tone. "You ask way to many questions about boarding school and I bet you have a hard cock" Jamal replied. Conrad stood "Is that so" he said grabbing his cock that was not hard by any means. Jamal walked over to Conrad and rubbed his hand on Conrad's crotch squeezing and feeling "Not hard" he said. Conrad pushed his hand away, Jamal grabbed his hand pulled it against his crotch "I am though" Jamal said. Conrad tried to pull his hand away "Jam stop it" he said finding his hand being forced to massage Jamal's cock. "You want it oik" Jamal spoke in an incredibly sexy way "you want me inside you" he said. Conrad's hand began deeply massaging the cock freely feeling the fullness of it, Jamal slowly turned Conrad around. He had strength and Conrad now found himself bent over the work bench, only this time it was Jamal and not Jack standing behind him undoing his jeans. It was enough to freak Conrad out.

Part 7 - The Winters Frost Conrad crept out of the house for the fifth morning running the cold dampness of the air assaulting him and not helping his mood. His parents were still coming to terms with the news he broke to them the weekend previously, Eddie his father was unable to speak to him explaining he needed time to think and understand the enormity of this. It didn't help matters that both Charlie and Joshua were going away for a few months returning in early March on their first tour of duty. Broken and missing Joshua badly they had become close both as friends and fuck buddies, this lead to Conrad deciding that he couldn't go on living in deceit like he had been. It was hard enough admitting to himself about his sexuality then coming out to his parents just made things worse, Jack was the only one he could and needed to talk to but he had not been answering his phone. He just needed to get today over with at college then we go up to the manor. The things that now played on his mind all boiled down to sex with men, he never thought he would miss sex so much with Joshua and he was finding it distracting and lonely. His phone rang and Conrad picked it up forming a big grin on his face answering it. "Hello Josh" Conrad said "how are you?". "Alright sexy how are you?" Joshua asked hoping Conrad was feeling good. Conrad sighed down the phone "I'm fine Josh, be even better if you were in bed with me". They chatted a while until Joshua needed to end the call "I miss you and want to make sure you are okay" Joshua said seeking clarification again. "Better now I have spoken to you, have a great time stuck with all those sailors" Conrad said giggling but in truth feeling even more down. Joshua hung up the phone and looked up the barracks from his seat in the grounds, he was still racked with guilt after their fir sexual encounter, he never meant to but found he couldn't withdraw quickly enough. Doing it once by accident he could accept, but the passion that took over them both rendered any thought of condoms in the subsequent times they met. Mostly he managed to pull out only then did he think he saw the disappointment etched on Conrad's face. Conrad loved the feeling of Joshua's orgasm the few times he had remained inside when ejaculating during the middle of the night when they both woke up aroused. Joshua looked over to the gym hall and saw Charlie exiting through the doors having finished his workout, standing up he put on a brave face and walked over to join him heading back to the dorm room to finish packing. Joshua was a ticking time bomb, one that was about to implode on himself yet alone sending out shock waves that Conrad would be unable to hide or take cover from. Having never been tested he didn't know for definite but had fooled around at home with some very dodgy characters in his past and knew he had taken at least two toxic loads up him. By evening Conrad returned home dropping his things off and heading up to the manor and down to the greenhouse but it seemed like no one had been there all week. He daren't go up to the manor itself without an invitation. He turned the light on and tidied things up and cleaned the tools that Jack was usually so meticulous in keeping spotless. "What are you doing here?" Simon asked frightening the living daylights out of Conrad "sorry" he apologised. Conrad put the tools down "I wanted to speak to Jack and hoped he would be here" he replied. Simon nodded "He is at the house in bed" he replied with a tinge of sadness "he will be happy to see you". Conrad put the tools down "Is he sick again?" he asked concerningly. "Yes" Simon replied looking a him "You seem out of sorts Conrad everything all right?" he asked. "Sort of" Conrad replied blinking back tears "can I talk with you after I see Jack please?". Simon shifted on his feet feeling uncomfortable not wanting to handle peoples baggage "Please Simon" Conrad begged. Simon smiled "Yes of course do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked Conrad waiting for him to finish. Conrad half smiled "I would love to thank you Simon". They walked up to the manor where Simon took Conrad's coat and showed him to Jack's room. Jack smiled seeing Conrad and complaining that Simon was fussing way to much now he was on the mend. They spent an hour catching up before Jack dozed off and Conrad left him to rest going back downstairs to the lounge where Simon was waiting. "Is he alright?" Conrad asked "please tell me Simon?" he pleaded. Simon nodded "He is a lot better and should be back on his feet by Sunday if he rests". "I hope so" Conrad said cheering up a little. Simon patted Conrad's shoulder "Come on lets eat" he said "champagne is your tipple if I remember rightly?". Conrad laughed "I only had it the once on my 18th birthday here" he replied "with Jack and you" he said. Simon nodded "Jack is really fond of you Conrad I hope you know that" he said sitting down at the table. "I owe him a lot Simon, he has taught me everything I know and helped me so willingly" Conrad replied. Simon smiled "He fought me when I told him you weren't to come to the manor after I found out". "You don't like me, that much I can tell?" Conrad asked causing him to look at him. Simon looked at him "Tolerate you, I value privacy Conrad, nothing to do with liking you" he said "anyway it is Jack you come to see". They kept the conversation light and Conrad drank way to many glasses of champagne, they were both enjoying each others company for the first time being alone together and Simon loved hearing about Joshua. He never even thought to ask Simon about Harry and the Arab guy, instead they drank and ate. Simon suggested they go in to the lounge after the butler cleared the dinner things away and dismissed him for the night. Simon brought the champagne with him and they both sat on the sofa in front the log fire listening to some classical music. Conrad got a little loose lipped opened up about his parents finding it hard to accept his choice in life, strangely Simon had the same problem with his family and only really accepted it after he made his fortune sniffing around for handouts but never came to see him. They laughed long in to the evening the central heating and log fire making the lounge warm and they both sat there in t-shirts. He wasn't drunk just merry and sitting with Simon felt very comforting, it helped that he had a pretty toned body that was bigger than Joshua and also taller and not unattractive he thought. It was confusing Conrad in his head with the champagne, Conrad was being brave and checking out Simon's muscles in his arms and legs making him laugh. Conrad sat back on the sofa laughing whilst Simon checked out his average sized muscles as he called them, he never realised that each touch Simon made was causing him to moan softly and giggle. In the blink of an eye and like magnets they kissed briefly. The heady mix of champagne and warmth of the room was proving to enticing for both of them. Simon sat back and chuckled "You should stop now whilst your ahead" he suggested smiling at Conrad. Conrad swung himself over sitting on Simon's lap "Why?" he asked "what will happen if we continue?" he asked teasingly running his hand along Simon's chest. Simon smiled stroking Conrad's arm "I will fuck and breed you" he said smirking sniffing a new victim "there will be no stopping me once I home in on you". Conrad laughed then leaned in and kissed him "You mean cum in me?" he asked "you wouldn't be the first" he said. Simon kissed and teased Conrad "Cum in you with my gift and convert you" he said with a sinister smirk. Conrad chuckled with no idea what he was waffling on about, all he saw was an experienced man who had a very erect cock. Leaning forward he kissed Simon falling in to the open arms like prey lured so easily, feeling his body moving Conrad came to rest on his back under Simon. He looked down at Conrad the champagne in his blood removing any remorse he might have for what he was about to do, the hunter was ready to swoop on his prey. In his eyes he had given fair warning and it was no longer his fault if the he didn't fully understand the impeding attack of this alpha hunter. Conrad pulled Simon's t-shirt off and stroked his body, bravely his hand moved down to the hunters weapon that was hard to touch. Conrad was lifted up his legs around Simons body kissing him passionately both naked his arse grinding against Simon's cock. Suddenly Conrad let out a louder moan and winced in pain his body being lowered on to Simon's cock with little effort, his legs held around Simon's waist his head rolled back from pure overload feeling the cock penetrating in to his body. He gave several upward thrusts and Conrad cried pushing at Simon's shoulders to raise himself up and stop him going in too quickly, his attempt futile at best crying louder and gasping but at the same time wrapping his arms around Simon's neck kissing him. The pubes around his cock flattened against Conrad's arse coming to rest fully immersed inside him, the prey was lured and captured. Conrad stopped kissing him and leaned back grinding his arse down deeper moaning then resting. Simon picked up the glass of champagne and watched Conrad knock it back, he smiled and kissed Conrad tasting the remnants of the Laurent Perrier's distinctive bouquet on his lips. Simon did the same knocking his drink back then sat back on the sofa allowing his prey to gently ride his cock, lulling him in to a false sense of security before he would swoop in for the kill poisoning the prey with his toxic venom. Conrad leaned back and felt he was taking even more of his cock and loving the feeling he slowly and elegantly he rode Simon feeling every inch inside him a steady motion they both enjoyed. Simon reached over and topped the champagne up holding the glass up to Conrad's mouth he poured egging him on to drink it all. Already reeling from the effects of too much champagne he was to far gone in sexual pleasure to care, throwing himself forward kissing Simon again grinding down harder. Conrad looked in to his eyes 'Fuck me Simon please' he half pleaded to him, he smirked and kissed Conrad 'You want a hard conversion?' he whispered watching Conrad nod. Simon pushed Conrad off his cock twisting his body around until he was over the back of the sofa, the hunter now ran his tongue along the back tasting and subduing his prey, his hips moved gently lining his cock up with the head poised. In one almighty thrust with his body weight behind he speared Conrad feeling his body react and the cries from the hunters first intentional strike, his hands holding the prey down over the back of the sofa he fucked hard and relentlessly pounding deeper each time his prey struggled. His attack continued until the last sign of any fight left the preys body. Taken by surprise an utterly loving the way he was held Conrad relaxed accepting the hunters control lastly his body began to ease from tension hoping to minimise the destructive force being borne down on him. The hunter knew the time to strike was coming his balls slowly tightening, any moment know he would launch the final attack on his prey, the prey that moaned between pain and pleasure pushing his arse up and back to take more. His body switched from hunting to kill mode, the thrusting changing to deeper penetrating movement no longer able to hold back the hunter pushed up hard grunting loudly. His body lunging further forward clamping his arms tightly around his prey securing and holding him deep on his cock to receive the toxic venom. There was no escape for the prey his venom was already being released rapidly coating the lining and finding any small breach to gain access and poison the prey. His cock pulsing hard in his prey continuously pushing it deeper, grinding and pushing to make sure there would be leakage and sealing the fate of his prey. Jack sat up in bed a shiver ran through his spine like someone walked over his grave. The manor seemed quiet enough and had no idea why he suddenly woke up with an odd sensation, he laid back down drifting off to sleep. Simon held on to Conrad his hips still pushing and grinding in to Conrad's arse forcing his toxic seed and cock deeper in to Conrad, still hard and turned on he gently started fucking again. Conrad raised his head and kissed him 'Fuck yes' he said smiling with his mouth open and moaning at the depth of Simon's cock inside him. His hands still clamped firmly around Conrad's body 'Oh god yes' he cried out like he was feeling the cock inside him for the first time. Simon didn't take long to finish giving a second dose of his venom to Conrad. He lovingly kissed Conrad's neck and shoulders keeping his cock inside plugging his hole preventing any leakage. Slowly he moved Conrad's body and laid him flat on the sofa coming to rest on top of him. Conrad held on to Simon's hand caressing it, a champagne and sex smile on his face his eyelids fluttering and nodding off. Conrad shifted "Fuck what time is it" he suddenly said panicking. Simon moved and Conrad winced not realising he was still inside him semi erect "3 in the morning". "Crap I am going to get in to trouble, how could you let me fall asleep?" Conrad asked. Simon smiled "I thought you was quite content being in this position" he replied kissing his shoulder. His hips ground against Conrad's arse "Fuck you're getting hard" Conrad moaned. He could feel Simon's cock expanding and growing in his arse, repositioning himself to lay flat on Conrad slowly he ground deeper hearing the soft echoing moans from underneath him. The grinding got more pronounced and Conrad lifted his head briefly kissing Simon, the thrill of his immobilised body trapped in this erotic state caused him to push his arse up several times moaning and waiting for Simon to push him back down. The grinding moved to slowly tender thrusts at first, Conrad became aware for the first time of the sound as Simon's balls slapped against his arse giving a round of applause. Quicker and quicker the sound came, Simons breathing changed in to a light panting with the occasional groan thrown in for good measure. Conrad slipped his hands around Simon's intertwining their fingers and holding on. The pace quickened again and his body weight shifted lifting his chest off Conrad's back ready to inseminate him with a third toxic load. Suddenly Simon growled long and hard pushing his hips down almost crushing Conrad's arse and jolting forward, Conrad moaned through the pain and discomfort feeling pulsations emitting deep in his arse. The grin on his face was not for Conrad to see whilst he looked down at the lad taking more of his seed deep inside. He held the position for ages constantly pushing in, each time he pushed Conrad's buttocks spread apart letting Simon get deeper ensuring he got a good breeding. Finally he collapsed on top of Conrad and kissed his neck. Simon rolled on to his side pulling Conrad with him stroking his chest, his cock plugging Conrad's arse keeping his toxic seed inside. Weirdly even for Simon this was one conversion he desperately had wanted to happen, all the years watching him grow up and now he was impaled on his cock, full of his seed changing the body. The initial panic over knowing he would get in to trouble either way he resided to stay in this comfortable position with Simon falling asleep until 8am. The sun was slowly rising bringing daylight in to the lounge, Conrad could see out of the window and the white hard frost that coated the landscape. he moaned at his headache from drinking too much last night. Feeling sore in his arse he moved closing his eyes at the discomfort and finally easing the semi erect cock out, he couldn't believe he had been so slutty last night but he was missing sex with Joshua. Simon mumbled and cuddled Conrad waking up in the process eventually sitting up putting on the clothes they left laying on the floor after being discarded quickly last night. He thought there would be a little awkwardness between Conrad and him but he seemed to be his normal self whilst they sat drinking coffee in the kitchen. Conrad left feeling like he was doing a walk of shame strolling down Hibiscus Drive so early that morning, the plumes of mist from his breath hung in the stillness of the freezing air. He walked into the house just as his mother was coming down the stairs. "Where have you been?" Jody asked looking at how rough he looked. Conrad looked at her "At the manor Jack is not very well" he replied passing her on the stairs. Jody looked at him "What again?" she asked in a caring voice "how is he?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Better hopefully he will be up and around on Sunday". "Conrad" Jody called as he walked up the stairs "You miss him don't you?" she asked. Conrad looked at her "Charlie?" he asked "of course I do". Jody shook her head "No that Joshua guy I mean". Conrad's expression changed and he nodded "I don't love him" he said "I do miss him though". Jody nodded "Give it a few weeks Conrad, we love you and it is hard for all of us at the moment". They were words of some comfort for him and he spent the rest of Saturday head in his book getting ready for his first part of his exam next week. Sunday morning he got a text from Jack telling him he was up and around if he wanted to go through his papers for the exam. He always thought growing up that gardening was simple but knowing Jack as he did now he was clearly very knowledgeable and Conrad relied on this to help him through the course. He had a way of making things seem practical rather than confusing. Of course sitting in the warming winter sunshine in the greenhouse that Sunday afternoon Conrad was in two minds weather to let on that he had slept with Simon, several times he nearly did but held back not sure how Jack would feel about it. Conrad breezed through the exam managing 86% which was the highest mark from the group of 15, six flunked it and would need to resit it the following year. Having Jack back and looking like himself a week later helped Conrad cheer up immensely as they planned the garden planting schedule for spring together, they sat quite close to each other as they always did. Conrad let slip that he had dinner with Simon that Friday night he visited, Jack suddenly had a horrible feeling. "How long did you stay?" Jack asked trying to keep it light. Conrad put his head down "Until the morning" he admitted. Jack put his hand on Conrad's arm "Be honest with me Conrad did you and Simon do anything?". Conrad nodded and looked at Jack "I'm sorry, I was lonely and having a bad time" he explained. Jack shook his head "Did he cum in you?" he asked straight out. "Yes" Conrad replied looking at him "is it relevant?" he asked. "Oh Conrad" Jack said looking at him "have you been ill since he fucked you?" he asked. Conrad looked curiously at him "No not since my cold a few months back" he replied then opened his eyes wide "he has HIV?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes and like me he is not on medication for it" he replied. Conrad knew the dangers and that it was too late now "But hang on, you never told me you have it!". "Simon gave it to me years ago" Jack confessed "it was an accident as he didn't know at the time". Conrad sat in silence for what seemed like ages "Have I got it?" he finally asked. Jack went over and hugged him "Most likely he converted you" he said. Conrad raised his eyebrows "I remember something about him saying to convert me" he suddenly remembered "I drank way too much champagne". Jack nodded looking slightly angry "Can you take me to get tested?" Conrad asked thinking logically. Jack looked curiously at him "Yes, but are you not worried or angry at Simon?" he asked. Conrad looked at him "Furious" he replied "but what is done is done" he said "so you being sick?". Jack nodded "Yes it is that, but you can take treatment Conrad". Jack made an appointment for Conrad just after the new year, it didn't stop him thinking about it and each morning when he woke up he was expecting to be sick after what Jack had explained. He did a lot of reading about it on the internet and saw that the majority of people who contract live normal lives adhering to the medication. It couldn't have come at a worse time with Christmas upon them and Conrad had been living in dread now knowing what took place at the manor that night. Regrets and anger would rise and fall in him every time he thought about what Simon had done to him, he couldn't pin it down to stealth fucking since Simon had told him outright what he was going to do. But on the other hand why should he have known what he meant, he knew he had been the subject of a deliberate conversion and decided to keep clear of the manor needing time to think. On top of all that he had to face Christmas without Charlie, already the vibe was different in the house kind of empty without them both being there. He had a sleepless night and woke on Christmas Day feeling terrible, he manged to join his parents and grandparents for most of the day but went to his room at four in the afternoon, his head hurt and he was running a slight fever. He tried not to worry anyone but his mother kept coming up to check on him. Christmas night alone in his bedroom Conrad sat on the side of his bed fearing the worst and that Simon had been successful in transmitting his virus. Over thinking things as usual it dawned on him that it may just be a mild cold, like the one he had a few months back so maybe it wasn't what he thought. Eventually falling a sleep around 2am his head running thoughts of how he could exact revenge on him, what he never knew was that he caught a sickness bug from his last day at college that took a few days to appear. Late Boxing Day he felt better and joined in, early evening he got a video call from Joshua and Charlie both of whom were sporting nice suntans dressed only in shorts on a beach in the Caribbean. It didn't help when Joshua panned out and rubbed his cock 'I will be home soon on leave for 2 months so you better be ready for me' he said blowing Conrad a kiss making his eyes water 'I miss you both so much' he replied ending their call. Conrad sat on his bed and cried, he needed Charlie here and importantly he wanted to feel Joshua's body and hold him. He felt empty like nothing was complete in his life, would anyone even want to touch him now he was tainted. Given the chance he would jump at being in a relationship with Joshua but they were both very clear on where they stood in that respect despite the incredible love that had grown between them, he liked Joshua but was in no way in love with him. His thought wandered back to Harry and weather he should go to London for a few days after New Year and before college started again. Harry had a great Christmas at home enjoying the break. Moham had taken Harry to New York for a few days before Christmas on a so called business trip. On the flight back Moham handed Harry a set to keys to a private residence he brought for Harry not far from the office, part Christmas present and part bonus at doing so well at his job. Harry was completely respectful of Moham, except when in a hotel bedroom together. Adam had done a wonderful job mentoring Harry, they often kissed but so far no sex. They adored each other and wanted to keep their friendship real and they both knew sex was going to happen at some point. Despite protesting that he wasn't sure it was hiv Jack insisted he got tested anyway to make sure. A few hours later Conrad sat there in the park with Jack reading through the bottle of tablets the consultant had prescribed, his diagnosis had come back quickly with quite a high viral load already circulating in his body. It helped that Jack knew the consultant and getting the test and result quickly he couldn't stop the shocked looked on his face though hearing how high Conrad's viral load was. He held back and spoke with the consultant handing him a wad of cash. Conrad put the bottle in his pocket and looked across the park. Jack sat there in silence waiting for Conrad to say something but he remained quiet, he couldn't help thinking that Conrad's viral load was high for someone infected so recently. He looked at Conrad coming to the conclusion that maybe his body reproduced the virus quickly. "Conrad" Jack repeated trying to get his focus "are you alright?" he asked. Conrad smiled "I think so" he replied "I just don't know how I feel actually knowing for sure". "You must take the tablets, don't end up like us old twisted perverts" Jack said. Conrad laughed "I never looked at you in that way" he replied "well old maybe" he said laughing again. "Been a year you won't forget I bet" Jack said in reflection. Conrad smiled "Yes" he said "I have decided to seek Harry out, although not sure how he would react". Jack patted Conrad's leg "You will have no problem finding a lover either way Conrad". "Did I ever tell you that Harry was at the manor?" Conrad asked suddenly remembering. Jack stopped swinging "No" he said looking astounded "when was that?". "August, he arrived with the Arab guy in the helicopter" Conrad said looking at him. "Oh, I only knew him as E but I know who you mean" Jack replied "caught my eye" he said then stopped. "What?" Conrad asked knowing he was mid sentence. "Simon spent the night with him he won E in the auction" Jack informed him. "Auction?" Conrad asked sounding disgusted "you mean they bid to fuck?" he asked. "Spend the night with" Jack corrected him "but yes, Moham the Arab guy bid for him as well". Conrad laughed and looked at Jack "Been there and done that" he said looking at Jack's shocked face. Conrad explained how he got the money for the course "Not so innocent after all are you?" Jack said amused. "Does that mean Simon got Harry sick as well?" Conrad asked looking a little concerned. Jack nodded "It is a high probability" he replied "I'm sorry I know we must seem like... I don't know". "Twisted perverts" Conrad replied smiling at Jack briefly "my life is ruined isn't it?". Jack put his arm around him "No far from it, I will speak to Simon make sure you are taken care of". Conrad scoffed "He has already done that" he replied angrily "tell him I want the manor" he joked. Jack laughed "Nothing like aiming high" he said kissing him on the cheek. To say Conrad was shocked about the revelation of Harry being auctioned off was understated, but then he was no different when he sold his arse for the course money to the Arab. Looking back it was painful but still incredibly hot he thought. He couldn't understand why he felt no different knowing he had hiv, holding the first tablet in his fingers he decided against taking it for now and put it back in the bottle. It was mild for New Years eve and Conrad headed up to the manor to check on his parsnips and sprouts that should be good after the week of frosty nights and mornings. He picked a few parsnips and went back in to the warmth of the greenhouse and started cleaning them up standing against the bench. Jack walked past the window smiling at Conrad and came in to the greenhouse closing the door behind him, it was quite humid and he quickly took off his jacket and standing behind Conrad and circling his arms around his waist. "How is my little gardener today?" Jack asked kissing him on the cheek. Conrad smiled "Just fine" he replied putting the parsnip in the basket. Jack squeezed him "No really, how are you?" he asked again just to make sure. Conrad turned to face him "What do you want me to say Jack?" he asked "that I hate everyone and the world". Jack leaned back looking at him "Hey" he said "is something wrong?". "Yes" Conrad replied unable to resist the temptation and longing he had for years now "you are what's wrong". Jack looked shocked but Conrad pulled him forward kissing him on the mouth "Conrad" Jack said pushing back. He looked Conrad in the eyes and they both snapped kissing frantically his body edging up until he sat on the bench with Jack between his legs. Both making strange noises kissing harder, Conrad's hand instantly delved down rubbing Jack's cock and undoing his jeans 'Conrad no we shouldn't' Jack said pushing back out of concern 'Yes we should we both knew this was going to happen' he said pushing Jack's jeans down and slipping off the bench. His mouth closed around Jack's cock moving down the shaft and back up licking around the head then back down again. Jack already had hold of Conrad's head forcing him further down on his cock holding him there feeling his throat gag then letting him off for air. He roughly pulled Conrad up kissing him then quickly spun him around pushing him over the bench. His hands yanking Conrad's jeans down popping the button off 'Your fucking right I have wanted to do this for years and your going to get it' he said spitting loudly on to Conrad's bare arse and fingering the saliva in. Conrad moaned like a wild beast 'Dam yes, come on fuck me!' he shouted out moaning when Jack jabbed two fingers in his arse roughly 'fucking rape me' he said out of nowhere, Jack held Conrad down 'Rape you' he laughed 'I am going to destroy that pretty arse of yours' he said aiming his cock up against Conrad's hole. He pushed hard his eight inches tearing its way through and not stopping until he was balls deep. Conrad cried out in agony trying to push up but Jack swiftly pushed him back down holding the back of his neck and pummelling in to arse. Conrad grimaced in some very weird sick pleasure and pain the grunts and cries echoing around the greenhouse. Jack should no sign of easing up and continued hammering his cock in long hard rapid strokes causing Conrad to gasp when he bottomed out each time. Jack stopped leaned forward and pulled Conrad's head up 'Is that what you want?' he asked jabbing his cock in again hard 'you fucking know I do' Conrad replied kissing Jack trying to suck the tongue out his mouth. Jack pushed him back down and started assaulting his arse again 'Fucking cock teased me for the last four years' Jack said pushing his cock in hard then wriggling his hips letting Conrad feel his cock jabbing inside in arse in every direction 'fuck yes' Conrad cried out, Jack laughed 'Payback time' he said gripping harder on to Conrad's neck and hammering in hard again 'here it comes' he cried out moaning 'fucking breeding you' he said moaning and panting in one final thrust he shoved in deep and Conrad yelped at the pulsing cock against the now tender sides of anal wall. Jack groaned his body shuddering releasing his seed 'fuck yes' he said jolting his hips again 'take it baby that's what you wanted' he shouted out falling forward. The last few drops of cum trickled out of Conrad's cock splattering on the flagstone floor of the greenhouse his whole body shuddering at the power of his own orgasm. Jack panted heavily struggling to get his breath back and resting on Conrad's back. Conrad held Jack's thighs keeping the hard cock inside his arse. Jack continued grinding his cock deep in Conrad for nearly 10 minutes until he began to soften. Conrad raised his head concerned "Are you alright Jack?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes" he said through laboured breaths "takes me a while to get my breath back". "You made me cum without touching my cock" Conrad said kissing him lightly on the lips. Jack smiled "Shows how much you really wanted me I guess" he said standing upright pulling his cock out. "Ouch" Conrad tensed up "slowly it hurts" he said. Jack looked down at the streaks of blood on his cock "I got you good" he sniggered. Conrad pulled his jeans up but Jack pushed him down to his knees "You haven't finished, clean it up bitch" he said. It wasn't the most pleasantest of experiences cleaning cock after it being in his arse, Joshua certainly never expected him to do that. Fortunately he was pretty clean and only got the salty remnants of Jack's cum and the coppery taste that was his own blood. Really he didn't know what to expect from finally having sex with Jack all he could think was back to times when they laughed and joked around in the flower beds. Certainly there was some element of flirting that grew the older Conrad got leading to right now. Jack moved his growing cock away from Conrad's mouth pulling him up to his feet and kissing him. Conrad pulled his jeans up and sat on the floor "Fuck Jack" he said half grinning and grimacing in pain. "You wanted it" Jack replied zipping up his jeans "horny little fucker aren't you?" he said. Conrad chuckled "I never realised you were such an animal" he said looking amazed "seriously I never expected that side of you". Jack smiled "Well you know what to expect now" he said helping Conrad up "and I needed to make sure you got some of my DNA implanted in your body". "I think you did that my arse is sore as hell" Conrad replied then laughed. When he got home later that evening Conrad showered and went to bed, laying there he gently fingered his hole that was still tender. A small amount of Jack's seed seeped out and Conrad flipped over looking at the small red stained semen on his sheet 'Oh Jack' he said rubbing his cock and leaning down licking and sucking the cum up before swallowing it. He laid down on his back the thought of Jack assaulting his arse so violently, his erection felt incredibly harder than normal. Thrusting his hips up he rolled the foreskin back holding his cock tight jettisoning his seed like a bullet, firing up across his face and landing across his left eyebrow and into his eye stinging badly he squinted and jumped off the bed. His orgasm was so strong his legs couldn't hold him upright properly, his hips bucking with orgasm pulses in his cock that travelled down his legs, still expelling small amounts of cum on the floor and wall of his bedroom. Wiping his eye with his t-shirt and looking in the mirror he had a big case of pink eye and it still stung like hell. When he finally made it to the bathroom he bathed his eye in some warm water and put some eye drops in to stem the pink eye. It was another frosty morning and Conrad was up at the manor by 8am following Jack's instruction to tidy one the larger flower beds by the greenhouse. Jack turned up a little after 9am and saw Conrad kneeling down amongst the evergreen bushes. It was too good to pass by he thought feeling his cock expanding under his jeans, walking outside again it was eerily quiet. The only sound was Conrad discreetly clipping away some of the dead branches lower down on the bushes. Jack crept up behind him his cock already hard and hanging out of his jeans, the cold air accentuated his erection even more. Conrad heard the twig snap and was about to turn his head when he was pushed down with one hand letting out a cry as branch scratched the side of his face. Swiftly Jack yanked Conrad's jeans and underwear down and slipped his cold cock deep in to the warmth cosiness of Conrad's arse then dead weighting him he started pounding deep. Conrad raised his head looking in to the tangled mess of the branches in front of him, he struggled against Jack's assault in a pretend fashion. He was so turned on and strangely found it erotic being raped in the flower bed by him. Conrad gasped and pushed his arse up wanting to feel Jack deep in him again, he took it as a sign of struggle and pushed Conrad down with his hips, his free hand clamped over Conrad's mouth stifling his moans and ramping up the force of his thrusting penetrating deeper and feeling his balls tighten up sharply. Jack grunted and pushed down harder clenching his buttocks tightly lost in the most intense pleasure from his balls to the tip of his cock pumping him full of his seed again. Conrad thought it was all over but Jack was not done, he continued fucking Conrad until he was ready to implant more DNA. The second orgasm as big as the first and giving several rapid jabs to make sure Conrad knew he was fucked. Jack laid on top panting and wheezing heavily catching his breath. Lifting himself off and pulling his cock out slowly and large trickle of blood soaked semen escaped winding its way down his arse and over his balls 'Dirty whore' Jack said chuckling. Conrad kneeled up and pulling his jeans back up when he turned Jack had already gone and left him there. Shit he thought to himself trying to gather his thoughts and unable to explain why Jack had this intoxicating control over in sex. Conrad was cold and soaked when he walked in to the greenhouse "Morning" he said to Jack kissing him. Jack kissed him back "Morning, you look like you have been raped" he said smirking. Conrad put his pruning clippers down "Yeah crap fucker though didn't even say thank you" he said. Jack creased up laughing "Fuck knows why Conrad but I love abusing you and can you take it". Conrad kissed him slow and tenderly "Seriously sex is so hot with you" he said. Jack ran his finger across the cut below Conrad's cheek and licked the blood "You taste nice" he chuckled. Conrad shook his head still reeling from the incredible fuck had been subjected to, Jack took Conrad up to the manor sneaking him in to one of the bathrooms to get him cleaned up. Jack and Conrad had two or three random aggressive fucks in the greenhouse or up against trees in the ground over the next couple of days before Conrad went to London with his parents. His arse was still sore after arriving in London from Jack pounding his arse twice the evening before he left, the second one Jack tied Conrad down to the workbench and spent nearly an hour abusing his arse before giving him his going away protein. Every time Conrad woke up in the night he couldn't stop controlling himself and masturbated orgasming within minutes with the thought of Jack raping him and planting his seed deep inside.